Living in Another World by Commissioning 〜Healing Mage’s Relaxing and Fluffy Manpower Agency〜 - CH 63.4

The peanut gallery were also in a state of both joy and sorrow but they were relatively unconcerned about losing. It might be because they are in an environment where they had no problem eating or finding a place to sleep no matter how little money they had.

The semifinals were Mince vs Pickles and Roast vs Rafi, a small dogkin and is famous for using a gladius like a big sword.

The fact that she has remained in the tournament up to this point shows that she certainly has ability.

「Now! Mince vs Pickles! Begin!」

A ring sounded and Mince, who had leaped out at lightning speed, thrust her bamboo spear at Pickles.

However, the spear tip never touched Pickles’ belly.

This was because she had grabbed the spear with her hand and made it stop completely.

Pickles swung her arm and Mince, who was holding the spear, was swept horizontally more than ten meters and fell.

Everyone watched silently but Mince did not get up.

She seemed to have completely knocked out.

「Winner! Pickles〜！」

「Oh, ohhhh….」

「A-amazing! Pickles-san!」

「Do we even need to continue?」

「Shh, don’t let them hear you.」

Roast and Rafi had blue faces seeing Pickles’ overwhelming victory.

The centaurs are very strong and their physical strength is completely different from humanoids.

「Centaurs are really strong.」

「Ah, yeah」

「Well, I think Pickles is a special case even among them.」

「Is that so?」

「I’ve never seen someone as tough before.」

Laura-san giggles happily.

At the bottom of the pool, Pickles bowed her head perkily due to everyone’s praise while her loose chestnut hair was being blown by the wind.

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The second-place match, I mean, the match between Roast and Rafi, went on for a long time.

Rafi, a small dogkin, was only about half as tall as Roast, a tall fishkin.

In addition, she moves very fast.

Roast could not catch her and could only rely on the spear to hit her. On the other hand, Rafi could not get past Roast’s defense and couldn’t land a decisive blow.

The sound of wooden swords and bamboo spears striking each other continued for around 10 minutes until Rafi ran out of stamina. Roast won.

It was probably a pretty good match but it wasn’t flashy and I was a little bored.

Maybe it’s because I usually see mages at school shooting off flashy, boom boom magic.

Well, Laura-san next to me seemed to be having a good time which I think is what matters.

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Then came the final round.

Roast is breathing heavily while Pickles is walking slowly while turning her bamboo spear like a baton.

「Pickles-san! Good luck!」

「Pickles! Pickles!」

「Roast-oneesan!……..hang in there!」

「Please don’t die!」

「Please go easy on her! Good luck!」

The excitement in the hall was at its peak.

Vongo waved the flag she’s holding to the maximum.

Everyone seemed to think that Roast would be beaten but the match was still up for grabs and you’ll never know what will happen.

「At last, the final round! Pickles vs Roast! Begin!」

The match was instantaneous.

With the sound of the ring, Roast ran, lowered her body, and swung her bamboo spear as if to reap Pickles’ legs.

However, the next moment, Roast was flying in the air.

Like a batter, Pickles swung her bamboo spear at the rushing Roast as if aiming for a homerun.

Roast’s spear broke and her arm, which she managed to use to defend herself, had its scales shattered on impact.

That’s too strong no matter who saw it.

「Oooohhhhhhh! Pickles-san!!」

「Whoah! I’m buying an armor!」

「Let’s go get a drink!!」

The adventurers in Roast’s party frantically run toward us while bringing the white eyed Roast. The retirees were making a lot of noise.

I slipped out of the blanket, put down my cup, and headed toward them.

The late winter wind feels freezing cold especially with my body who had just come from a warm environment.

I inhaled once and looked up to the sky.

The sun, which had been shining earlier, is just about to set on the horizon, and the stars are beginning to pop out.

The polar star was still out of sight and the wind blowing from the north was strongly pulling the hem of my clothes.