"Alright, first tell me who you guys are going to send and then fight as you want."

Emile pulled out a crumpled scrap of paper from her magic space and spread it out on the ground.

I vaguely saw the words "Top Secret" written on the paper ......

"For the outpost battle, we will send Atta first."

Sicya patted a tall dog-headed man beside him.

Emile absently wrote the word "Atta" on the paper, then took a glanced at the dog-headed man's taut, toned body.

The dog-headed man bluffed at Emile and I and posed to show off his muscles, then showed off his big white teeth with a big smile.

"A middle-rank warrior ......?"

"Exactly!"

Emile commented briefly -

"Not a chance."

"......"

The dog-headed man covered his face and ran back to the camp while crying and sobbing.

"...... We'll send Ghemk for the second battle."

A man like a small mountain walked to us in heavy armor.

Emile held a pen in one hand, bit the thumb of her other hand in his mouth, then looked at him indifferently-

"Ghemk ...... old lady Shia's cheap son?"

"Lady fake elf ...... for the sake of our acquaintance, say something good, okay?"

"Well ......" Emile shrugged indifferently, "you don't have a chance anyway."

"......"

"Okay, for the third battle......"

"Wait! Why don't I have a chance! I'm at least a middle-rank second stage warrior! Who's on the other side?"

"High rank warrior Noiad."

"...... High ......rank?"

"Well, their fighter for the first three battles is all Noiad. um ...... I fouled? Did I foul? Na~~ Molly Ann sweetheart, what did I just say?"

"You just said 'It's a beautiful sunny day'."

"So that's how it is ...... By the way their fighter for the last three fighter is all Faverland, that middle rank second stage sorcerer. Ah~~? Molly Ann sweetheart, what did I just say?"

"You just said 'I hope tomorrow is a good day too'."

"I see. ...... No need to mention, for the general battle, Cyric himself will be their fighter. Ah~?"

"You just said 'I hope it will be a good day in the future'."

"Well, that's it!"

The corners of Sicya and Ghemk's mouth twitched as they watched us play a double act.

"Okay, who are you guys going to sent on the field? I can't offer any other help, at best I'll let my Molly Ann cheer for you guys from afar and give you a round of applause."

"Uh-huh ...... It is Chief Noiad and Mr. Faverland ......"

Sicya reconsidered it over for a while and finally spoke out his original plan --

"For the outpost battles, Our fighters will be Atta, Ghemk, Ghemk. For the Lieutenant battle , they shall be Rothley, Anjersey, Anjersey, and the General battle, it is me ......"

" It doesn't matter who shall attend the General Battle, it's pretty much the same after the fourth match anyway."

Emile drawn her conclusion without mercy, then waved her hand to signal that both sides could get ready to start -

" The first match in day one, Noiad vs. Atta ......"

"Wait a minute."

On the city wall, Cyric stopped Emile's shout.

"What? You are going to surrender?"

"No, seven days for seven battles is just too long, three battles a day, is that okay?"

"......"

Noiad will attend the first three battles for Cyric, if we really follow the request raised by Cyric, Noiad's would need to fight three battles in a row, likewise, Faverland would have to fight three battles a day, such continuous consumption is more detrimental to a sorcerer.

In general, the continuous battle is completely unfavorable to Cyric.

Emile frowned and looked at Sicya -

"Do you agree?"

Without waiting for Sicya to respond, Zian Obek, who was standing on one side, interjected.

"Well, agreed."