Thus continued the secret conflict between the players who treated the world as their game board.
Conspiracies, strategies, demonic plots, and divine plans... Something that no mere pawn could measure was taking place in Altar—specifically, Gideon.
But it had to be noted that although there might have been a few “players” who directed the world as they wished, they certainly weren’t the only ones with influence over it.
There were countless people moving across the world, and there were many who acted with so little thought that these “players” couldn’t begin to compare. Naturally, some of them were irregularities—uncertain variables—that stood outside their plotting...
...and yet still had the power to flip the board.
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City of Duels, Gideon
Following the end of The Tournaments day nine, the city was overcome by a festive mood.
Actually, it had been like this for the entire period of the event. Countless duel fans could be seen talking about their favorite matches, betting winners were squandering their newfound fortunes, and the losers were drowning their sadness in booze.
The winner of today’s Tournament was a non-ranker—a man called Grimms, belonging to a group known as the Fairytale Squad. The other contestants were no joke, yet by some miracle this dark horse had won the day. Because of this, the betting sphere was far more lively than usual.
Even so, it was unlikely that the current mood would surpass how things would be tomorrow.
The next day was The Tournaments’ final one, a big event with a big prize—the right to challenge a Mythical UBM
Those who’d already been revealed as participants were Bishmal the Raging Blaze and Catherine Kongou of the Four Underworlds.
And most importantly, there was the Superior, Gideon’s king of duels—Over Gladiator Figaro.
There was no doubt that the spectators were in for a hell of a show on the next day. Because of this, there were many tourists and traders who were hurrying through the gates despite the late hour, rushing to make it to the final day.
“I’m here. I’m finally here!”
Among these new arrivals, there was a girl dressed somewhat strangely. She walked along the road linking Gideon to Legendaria, passing the south gate as she entered the city.
“It’s so lively. And it’s more developed than my hometown! That kind of annoys me!”
Her appearance was certainly eye-catching. She had light purple hair that reached down to her knees and spread voluminously across her shoulders. On her head, rising from between all this hair, were a pair of goat horns. A thin tail extended from her lower back, and her eyes were as golden as the moon hanging in the night sky.
Her appearance was more or less in line with a typical fictional devil girl.
“It’s festival season here too!” she said. “It looks so fun! I’m right on time!” Smiling broadly, the girl walked along the pavement. Despite it being night, she held a parasol that she poked into the stone, using it like a walking stick.
Strangely enough, she didn’t stand out from the crowd as much as she could have. Though her appearance wasn’t normal, it wasn’t out of the question for someone from Legendaria. Especially for a Legendarian with a crest on her left hand—a Master.
Since Gideon was a colorful city full of many races and Masters, she blended in it as though she had always been part of it.
“Eh heh heh. Where to start? What to do? I’ve never been to Gideon before. It’s so exciting! I’d love to see all the kinds of duels you can’t get in Legendaria, and I’d love to surprise brother dearest with a sudden visit. Oh, I also wanna try that popcorn I heard about.”
Like a teenager excited to have arrived at a popular tourist spot, she was the very picture of joy.
Such sentiments were also commonplace in this city. It didn’t make her seem unusual and blended into the excited crowd without issue.
“Oh, but first of all, before all that...”
But if there was someone who did look closer...if there was someone who could see her stats, currently hidden by her equipment, she wouldn’t be counted as one of the masses for long.
What was she, then?
The answer to that lay in the small crown, sitting proudly on top of her head.
One of her colleagues, so to speak—Overlord Acedia ZZZ—had once described her like so: she was...
“Where’s the guy who beat my brother? The one my dear King of Light is so infatuated with? Where’s Ray Starling?”
...the most “Overlord-ish” among them.
Thus, from the depths of Legendaria, came the second Overlord.
To Be Continued
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