Great O’Browns ①
The more heated-than-expected discussion also concluded.
The use of Titles for Tier III and Tier IV Seekers was approved as there were no particular issues.
However, unifying the rights to Titles instead of having them by race was rejected by a majority vote.
I guess that can’t be helped.
But if it’s enacted, Ms. Pachira’s group and Ax’s group will also get Titles, huh.
It won’t just be party names anymore.
Let’s see. If it’s Ms. Pachira, what kind of Title would she get?
Hmm. Something like ‘White Cat Princess’ or ‘White Cat Celestial’? For Ax, I wonder what it would be.
Hoss-san would probably be ‘Assorted Meat Chef’.
As for me… no. I ate lunch while thinking about such things.
And then, to the arena.
The arena is the main attraction of Hydrangea Grand Hall.
Apparently, various events like duels and chariot races are usually held there.
Its appearance is apparently just like the Colosseum from my past life’s memories.
The arena was packed to capacity and incredibly noisy.
What’s going on? It’s a huge wave of people, so many I wonder where they all came from.
“Come on, hurry, hurry!”
Chive-san pulled me along to the special seating area.
It was located on the third floor of the arena, offering a good view.
Lined up there were VIP seats prepared for Tier I Seekers.
There were 27 seats in total, and no seats for Tsukaeshi.
“Come on, come on,” Chive-san urged me to sit in the seat next to them.
“I-Is this okay?”
“It’s empty, so it’s fine!”
Indeed, many of the 27 seats were empty. The one I sat in was The Witch’s seat.
The Witch had returned home saying she had work, and Munieca-san had gone to a separate villa due to her maid contract with Tasan.
Shiro-san returned to his room, saying he wasn’t interested.
Viewing the Tier I Seeker Exhibition Match is optional.
And most of them don’t come to watch. Alveld isn’t here either.
“Oh, Wof-san.”
“Emi-san. Hello.”
“Yes, it’s lovely weather, isn’t it?”
With a little effort, Emi-san sat down in a seat in front of me.
She probably came to watch Ens-san’s promotion ceremony.
Her stomach… it’s swollen, is she okay? Chive-san is very curious.
“Wow, your stomach is amazing no matter when I see it! There’s a baby in there, right?”
“That’s right. And what’s more, it’s twins.”
“Two of them?!”
“A-Are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m in a stable period, so I’m fine.”
“Ah, what about Ax-san?”
“He said he wouldn’t come, but I think he’s here somewhere. Despite everything he says, you know.”
“…That’s true, isn’t it?”
It’s very complicated, but I think Ax-san would come to watch.
“Well, if it isn’t Wof.”
“Arifa-san. Hello.”
“Come to think of it, you were a Tsukaeshi, weren’t you?”
“Yes. About Mr. Agaro’s promotion, congratulations.”
“Ahaha, no need for that. But well, that idiot becoming Tier I, huh. It’s kind of embarrassing.”
Arifa-san looked bashful.
“What are you talking about? You were celebrating with a toast until late last night, weren’t you?”
The one who said that from behind Arifa-san was a large woman with red hair and an eyepatch.
A stunningly beautiful Faun woman who somewhat resembled Arifa-san, with a commanding presence.
She grinned at me.
“So you’re the rumored Wof, huh?”
“N-Nice to meet you.”
“I’m Dralov. Dralov Flame Tongue.”
“She’s our aunt.”
“Aunt.”
“Call me ‘Big Sis’.”
She laughed heartily. She felt like some relative’s aunt.
“‘Dragon-Eyed Heroine’—she’s most famous as the wielder of the Pseudo-Deification Relic [Ancient Dragon], you know.”
“Pseudo-Deification…”
Someone other than Juicy-san, huh. And not just any dragon.
Ancient Dragon… an Elder Dragon.
Dralov-san looked suspiciously at Chive, who had spoken.
“Says the black beast.”
“For a mere oversized lizard—that’s why your marriage prospects are—”
“Shall I burn you to a crisp?”
“Then shall I turn you into emerald dust?”
Chive-san drew an emerald sword, and fire appeared at Dralov-san’s lips.
Then, killing intent exploded. The surroundings also became agitated. W-What should I do?
“You two, that’s enough. It’s about to begin.”
The one who said that was an old gentleman who looked good in a silk hat.
He was a dapper, middle-aged gentleman in a crisp black suit with white hair.
“Gravis.”
“Haaah, if Grandpa says so, it can’t be helped.”
“Hohohoho, the opening ceremony is about to begin.”
With a little effort, the old gentleman placed his cane down and sat in his seat.
Chive-san and Dralov-san also quietly returned to their seats.
I don’t know who he was, but I was saved.
As I watched, trumpets blared loudly.
When ‘Silence!’ was repeatedly announced, the arena fell quiet.
Alhazardo Abramelin stood in the center of the arena.
“From this moment forth, the ‘Great O’Browns’ shall commence!”
Upon his declaration, a deafening cheer shook the arena.
I wonder about making a formal declaration when it’s already been underway for a while.
Chive-san rested their cheek on their hand and muttered in exasperation.
“Haa, same old performance as always.”
“Ah, is that what you mean?”
“Well, it’s fine, isn’t it? Boring meetings have nothing to do with them.”
“That’s true.”
In the very beginning, it wasn’t even called the ‘Great O’Browns’.
It was just called a meeting or assembly, and only meetings were held.
They would gather quietly and end quietly. It was that kind of thing.
But then it was named ‘Great O’Browns’, and they started to incorporate entertaining performances.
There were various reasons, but one of them was financial difficulties.
By adding festive and show-business elements, they earn enormous profits.
That is the ‘Great O’Browns’ that continues to this day.
“Next, we will begin the promotion ceremony. Agaro. Megadia Megalopolis. Ens Highland. The three who were called, step forward.”
As instructed, the three of them came forward.
They knelt before Alhazardo Abramelin.
He held a pure white metal staff in his hand.
A large crystal ball was attached to its tip.
He raised the staff.
“All Seekers. All Seeker Guilds. The Grand Guild which stands at their pinnacle. I, Alhazardo Abramelin, Grand Guild Master of that Grand Guild, do hereby approve.”
The crystal ball on the staff shone brightly.
“That staff is?”
“Ah, that’s a Legendary for ceremonial use. ‘Staff of Advent,’ was it? And that light is harmless, you know.”
“…For show?”
“That’s right.”
Well, it’s probably better to have things like that.
“Agaro. Megadia Megalopolis. Ens Highland. I hereby promote and appoint you as Tier I Seekers. Continue your seeking, each towards the great dream you hold in your hearts. Great Glory!”
Light shot out from the crystal ball towards the heavens.
It burst far above, becoming a sparkling rain of countless lights.
The arena buzzed. The lights vanished upon contact.
“Blessings upon you.”
Abramelin said, as if chanting, and lowered his staff.
Simultaneously, the three stood up and bowed.
“With this, the promotion ceremony is concluded.”
An even louder cheer than before truly shook the arena.
Well then, next up is finally the Exhibition Match.
Doha of ‘Doha’ VS Gymnema Sylvester, ‘Lord of the Seas’.
A man with an afro, star-shaped sunglasses, and a flashy, strange outfit, confidently standing there. Doha.
A man in a tailcoat whose head was an entire fish. Gymnema Sylvester.
Judging by their appearances, it was clearly a clash of eccentrics.
“Fuffufu, Woff-cchi. Their fight. Watch closely, it’s interesting!”
Chive-san smiled mischievously.
I thought it was already interesting, but I gave a small nod.