697 695 Nilfe (1/2)
The militant tournament has finally begun. However, this time Fran is in the seed frame, so I won't be in the qualifying round.
Well, Fran said he wanted to join us, but Diaz and I just stopped him. He asked me to be patient for the other qualifying participants, and I gave up this time.
”Fran, over there.”
”? Seats are over there”
'No, exactly. If Fran goes to a regular seat, it could be a fuss. Special seats for officials shouldn't get that much attention, so let's see it that way'
”Okay.”
Today, I came to watch the qualifying game. I don't know if a strong opponent will compete, but I don't have anything else to do.
Head to Tech and Special Seats with street food in both hands. Along the way, we were discovering the face we saw.
Speak from Fran to the girls who walk in front.
”Caitley.”
”Sister!
It was Caitley, an adventurous aspiring girl who admired Fran. He is taking a man who appears to be an escort and walking in the same direction as Fran.
”Did your sister come to the martial arts tournament too?
”Mm-hmm. You too?
”Yes.”
I was Caitley looking happy, but beside it was a young girl looking up at me anxiously. He is squeezing Caitley's hand, gripping his own skirt with his other hand.
”Who?”
”She's Nilfe. I'm Demitris' grandson.”
”Ni, Nilfe...”
With a mosquito-like voice, Nilfe squeals her name.
Demitris' grandson means Hilt's sister? They do have the same color of green hair. But I can't feel anything called hegemony at all. It's a drawn-in idea to see, and she's a weak girl. I had nothing in common with Hilt other than the color of my hair.
”And that's Michael. Nilfe's escort.”
”Hi.”
I was standing behind Caitley and Nilfe, a thin, bald-headed macho gently lowering his head. Your face is neat there. Seems to be Demitris' gatekeeper.
”Grandpa told me to show her around. If you're going to be an adventurer, you have to be an escort or a guide.”
I hear Orrell totally admitted that Caitley would be an adventurer. They left the girl's guide to Caitley. Well, you'd be better able to crack it at the same age. But Fran seems to have caught Caitley's word.
”I see. Then no introductions now”
”Huh?”
”Even if it's not a formal request, if you took it on as an adventurer, you can't if you speak for yourself about the client or the escort. Even if I know him.”
Apparently, Fran's instruction hasn't ended with the fulfillment of the request. He's the first clear junior I've ever had, and I guess he's concerned about taking care of him.
Apparently, Caitley, who was pointed out by Fran for his divergence, soon realized his failure.
”... indeed... Sorry, Nilfe.”
He bowed his head deeply to Nilfe with the look of a new American adventurer who had failed in his request.
I don't think I'm so sick of it, but I hear serious Caitley has taken it heavy. Later, it will be based on respect for Fran.
”Nilfe is a celebrity grandson. If so, all the more so”
”Right......”