To Save My Favourite Character, I Decided To Destroy the Game’s Plot

Moving back in time a bit from Lucy's match, the second round was just about to turn around.

　The announcement for the next match was made, and Lieselotte, sitting at a distance, stood up.

'Well then, let's get going."

　Just by walking with dignity, she is being flooded with the gazes of the nobles around her. Even though Lieselotte was surrounded by many strong guards attached by His Majesty the King, she was still the only one who attracted their hearts.

　Because she is the royalty of another country, because she is a powerful person. Of course, those are probably one of the reasons why she attracts attention. Nobles love power.

But more than that, the girl Lieselotte was overwhelmed by her innate splendor, including her strength.

　Any member of the royal family has power. Even the nobles there, and even I have a little bit of power. More than such things, the highest level of brilliance given by God attracts those who do not have it.

Just by looking at it, one is reminded that this is what it means to be chosen by the world.

Well, Crescencia has the same or even stronger brilliance than this!

After Lieselotte left the guest of honor's seat, Sarasvati let out a long sigh and opened her mouth.

'Speaking of which, who is her opponent?"

'Well, I believe it was a girl dressed like a slave,'

'Hmmm.. . It's rare to find a slave who remains this long."

"Indeed."

A person's strength is determined by his natural talent and hard work. In this case, hard work has two meanings, quality and quantity, and the one who trains for a longer time in a better environment will be stronger.

　Therefore, it was rare for a slave to come so far as to work without rest and not even earn enough money to satisfy his daily needs.

'------ slave boy, you're kinda interesting, but you're no match for Lieselotte.'

'Well, you're right. If I win, I'm scared of winning.'

'------Yes. he's good at tricks, but nothing more.'

'Oh, I remember now."

　Saraswati muttered, looking at the slave child who was the first to appear in the arena.

"What?"

'That kid, the one who was running away from me and Raymond until the very end of the qualifying round we were in."

'He was the one who ran away from me and Raymond in the qualifying round."

I just have the impression that he was strangely quick and stood up well in a mixed crowd. He was used to being squeezed. He was probably not much older than us, but he handled the chaos of the battle calmly.

"------ may be something we can learn from him."

"Yes, I guess so. I'll give it some attention."

　It might make things a little more interesting.

　We decided to seriously watch the next match.

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Advance odds are ten-zero in favor of Lieselotte. That was the correct prediction, and the sensibility of Lucy and I also said that Lieselotte would win.

　The audience was in a mood of certain victory for Lieselotte, and words that disregarded the human rights of those living in the lowest strata, such as "crush the slaves" and "kill them," were flying around from the spectator seats where the excitement was heightened by the battle.

Humanity in this world is still underdeveloped, and there are aspects of it that are based on the trampling of the lower classes.

One such aspect is slavery. They are human beings just like us, but they are treated as less than animals.

　As someone who has spent time in Japan, I would like to change this system, but there is nothing I can do because the world, the aristocracy, and the state think it's a good thing.

　---I guess it doesn't matter if I think about it now.

　Shaking my head, I composed myself. Then I looked down at the arena and saw that the match was just about to start.

　The first one to set up was, of course, Lieselotte. Although she is inferior to Raymond, she overruns the space with her overwhelming speed and swings her battle-axe vigorously.

　Super fast and super heavy. It is her winning strategy to crush her enemies with a single blow that is impossible to evade or defend against. All her previous enemies have been reduced to bloody rags with that single blow.

　A part of the crowd cheers. As if to relieve their daily depression, they rejoiced imagining the pitiful state of their slaves.

　But

"I dodged."

　Sway, leaning his upper body to avoid the killing blow.

　The slave boy did not move an eyebrow as the battle-axe passed in front of him, even though it was so close that his fluttering hair was caught in the air.

"Well, you dodged it well,"

'I can only do this."

'He dodged my attacks. You don't have to be so modest!"

"That's impossible."

　The slave who is ready with cold sweat in front of Lieselotte who attacks again with a smile on her face.

His posture was never one of martial arts proficiency. There is no rationality, there are many useless movements, and dangerous evasion continues, as if Lieselotte could catch him at any moment. In addition, he looked weak because of his retreating back.

However, seeing the slave evade two or three times in a row, we were convinced that it was a stone.

"Isn't that guy strong?"

"How many times does he keep dodging?"

　We had already counted more than ten.

　The Lieselotte battle axe can be taken seriously even if a strong person who has made it to the finals is taking the utmost precautions. The meaning of continuing to avoid such a threat, is not a light one.

'------ that boy, he's used to it.'"

"What about?"

'------ movement is wasteful. To be clear, there is nothing but waste. But there is no hesitation in his movements.'

'he's used to it..."

　I observed the attack and defense carefully while being half-convinced by Lucy's words, and it was indeed as I had been told.

　The only thing that was useless was the strangely sophisticated evasive maneuvering.

　The audacity to continue fighting in the face of a threat that could kill you.

　And the decisiveness.

I suppose it is because he is used to the threats and always avoids them.

　I know this because I have become stronger through my daily efforts. The only thing I don't understand is what that movement is based on.

　I've seen a lot of martial arts since I came here, but none of them have anything in common with that one, even a little.

　It should be useful in its own way when it can avoid Lieselotte's attack. And yet, why? Is there something unique to slaves?

　The match continued even while I was pondering.

　Lieselotte, who did not get a response no matter how many times she struck, pulled back her smile from the beginning and looked bored.

'Hm. This is hunting. I don't like to crush the swift and weak."

"---?

　There was already no heat in Lieselotte's eyes. The one standing in front of her is not a warrior, but a prey that is just running away from her.

　Lieselotte suddenly threw her battle axe. It is bizarre to let go of a weapon in the middle of a battle. The slave, struck dumb, stiffened for a moment, and then finally made his move, but...

"It's a dead end."

Lieselotte, who ran to the ground faster than the battle-axe she threw, grabbed the slave's head and held it up.

　The slave was still struggling, but when Lieselotte, with a troublesome look on her face, snapped one arm, he exclaimed and stopped resisting.

"Oh, you're so cruel, aren't you?"

"You're not going to break my arm, are you?"

It can be dealt with by recovery spells, but that doesn't mean she's going to go that far.

　Leaving an overwhelming impression, Lieselotte won.

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After that, Saraswati's opponent was a weakling previously pushed up by me in the qualifying round. Naturally, he won easily and went on to the next round, and Lucy also won with a convincing victory that made her opponent cry.

In the second match, the three of us were also able to win without incident.

The second day of the tournament went off without a hitch, and we were able to go back to Vasel (our escort; Schneizel had some work left to do) and the rest of the team. Schneizel had some work left to do, so this guy went with us.) We decided to go back to the mansion with Vasel (our escort.

　There was a familiar man standing in front of the main gate of the mansion.

　His name was Frankel. He is the right-hand man of Haiyan, with whom I had battled side by side during the underworld turmoil.

　When he noticed us, he smiled and waved at us.

"It's been a long time, Norwin. Our boss wants to see you."

T/n That's it for today .... I wonder if someone actually reading  that ?  

And it's been roughly a year since i had come across that series back then that series  was holding weakly top place  on website called 

Kakuyomu . Now author don't post as regular . last chapter  that he updated was on july 28 ( chapter 175 ) I hope will resume/ post more regulary