Hentai King System

"That's exactly why. This is mercy toward you. If you want to be 'condemnation executed' in front of the audience, that's fine too."

Aria's words were full of mockery.

The faint smile floating at the corner of her lips performed a winner's composure.

But in the depths, unsuppressable anger swirled, and a sharp person could easily sense it.

"That's what I want. Could it be you're the one afraid of losing? You don't have confidence you'll win the match, so you're trying to eliminate me with a dirty trick right before it, aren't you?"

"Wha…!?"

"If I get arrested on criminal suspicion, it won't be about the tournament anymore. That means you can break through the third round by default. For someone who's Discipline Committee chair, that's a pretty pathetic plan."

Definite poison mixed into Rigel's words.

In those eyes was the light of a hunter who still did not break his composure even before a battlefield.

"…Fine. Then I'll condemnation-execute you in the match."

The voice was cold as ice, and quiet.

That conversely made the depth of her anger feel certain.

"Do it if you can. I won't run or hide."

Rigel lifted the corner of his mouth.

In that figure wearing a fearless smile, even the pride of one receiving a challenge drifted.

Aria glared at Rigel fixedly, then eventually turned on her heel.

"You'll regret it."

Leaving those words, Aria left the waiting room.

Anger still remained on that back.

The instant the door closed, the air in the room eased a little at last.

"…Sheesh, this got annoying."

While leaning against the wall he said it as if shrugging.

Rigel let out a small breath and looked toward Char, who was nearby.

"…I'm sorry, because of me…"

Self-reproach seeped somewhere into Char's voice.

Her face was clouded, her eyes lowered.

"Hey hey, why are you apologizing?"

"Because it seems I'm thought of as one of the victims too… It's a terrible false charge. If you get expelled, Rigel-san, I'll have responsibility too…"

"Hah."

Rigel snorted.

In fact Char was one of the victims.

Because Char had accepted Rigel a slight pure-love flavor had come out, but it was an unmistakable fact that Rigel had raped Char.

And one more thing.

Rigel being casually beaten in the match and "condemned" was impossible.

His pride would never allow that.

"Listen… there's no way I lose, right? Someone like that is below me."

In those words there was not exaggeration, but unshakable certainty.

"I-is that so?"

Char said it as if surprised.

A little hope returned to her eyes.

"Well, a woman called Aria, being Discipline Committee chair, is probably one of the top-class fighters even in the academy. I won't be able to keep the appearance of 'lucky wins' like until now. But even so, there's no way I lose. I'm carrying Char's expectations."

"R-Rigel-san…"

Char raised a voice as if overcome with emotion.

What floated on her face was relief, or perhaps longing.

While stroking her head, Rigel smiled fearlessly.

His fingertips were gentle, yet somehow strong, as if brushing away her unease.

(Now then…)

Was it about the third match of the third round now?

The match of "Rigel versus Aria" should be drawing near.

He floated a smile that could even be called sadistic, and his groin swelled a little.

Among the stirring audience seats, a boy quietly advanced his steps toward the arena stage.

That figure, while bathed in countless gazes, did not move an inch and wore a quiet as if he were in another world where even noise did not reach.

There was no fear or hesitation.

Rather, there was certainly an unshakable confidence even before a trial.

"The next match! Fifth match of the third round, Rigel versus Aria!!"

At the same time the emcee's voice rang out high, the crowd's heat exploded.

But the boy at the center, Rigel, floated no emotion and only kept walking toward the center of the stage.

"Now then… what's she made of."

The mutter might have sounded flippant, but the voice held a somehow sober ring that included deep insight.

When Rigel stood on the stage, the stir in the venue increased further.

"Get off! Lucky bastard!!"

"Do you know how much I lost because of you! Get on the ground and apologize!"

"Just lose! You dropout!!"

Curses poured down without mercy.

But Rigel did not move an inch, as if brushing them away.

His gaze looking up at the audience seats in silence was cold, unreadable like an abyss.

A capable hawk hides its claws.

A veteran rape demon does not let his ability be known until he rapes.

That is the secret to enjoying a life of violation.

No one had yet noticed the strangeness of that thought.

"Hey, commentator-san."

Suddenly Rigel opened his mouth.

A sharp yet innocent tone split the air.

"…What is it? I have no intention of getting familiar with a contestant."

The woman in the commentary seat answered at once.

What dwelled in the voice was loyalty to duty.

But somewhere there was an air of looking down on Rigel, who had lucky-won from the first round through the second.

"About the match. My opponent… the woman called Aria doesn't seem to be here yet?"

"…That is…"

The commentator stalled on the reply.

Rigel immediately broke that silence as if teasing.

"Is this that? A default win? Kuku, lucky."

There was no genuine joy on the face that shrugged and laughed.

His goal was rape that used the martial arts tournament in some form.

But getting a default win in a one-sided away place had a different pleasure of its own.

"Did you call me?"

A clear voice rang across the stage together with light pouring from the sky.

An illusion as if the words themselves had shaken the space.

While the audience held their breath, a single girl appeared as if descending.

Dull red hair glittered faintly in the light.

Crimson eyes shot straight ahead.

It was not a mere gaze.

What was packed there was neither a question nor pity.

A sharpness as if seeing through a viewer's core, a coldness like a scale weighing the balance of a soul.

What she gripped in her hand was a sword.

It was by no means a large sword.

It did not have luxurious decoration either.

Only the scale crest carved as if running along the blade radiated an abnormal presence.

"…Quite a solemn sword."

"Yes. This is one of the seven treasure swords handed down in the Wistaria Kingdom. The 'Scale Sword of Condemnation.'"

The voice with which she spoke was unshakable and carried cold conviction.

Each word was heavy and pierced the chests of those who heard.

Rigel snorted small.

What floated in his eyes was skepticism and a little curiosity.

"Scale Sword, huh… Why would a mere student like you have something like that?"

"Because I am the chosen one. It was bestowed on me while still a student so that I could support Amelia Fiorett Wistaria, the Fifth Princess."

"I see, so you're an elite-sama."

Rigel laughed with irony packed in.

The Fifth Princess.

Originally, even royalty did not have many chances to be involved in the center of the nation.

But if they were outstandingly excellent, the story was different.

Princess Amelia was currently first in the third year of the Royal Academy and also served as student council president.

In this Academy Martial Arts Tournament she had of course survived and was the leading candidate for victory.

And Aria, of the same year as her and serving as Discipline Committee chair.

With the slight connection of similar names, they had at times supported each other as close friends and at times competed as rivals.

"Now then… we'll start the match soon. Though it will be a one-sided trampling called condemnation execution."

"Will it go that easily? Let's see what you've got."

In an instant the two readied their swords.

Crossing gazes.

Even the air running between them trembled with taut tension.

A dense presence as if no one was allowed to blink.

The fight began.

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