Chapter 67 – ♥ Denia the Queen of Hearts ♥ – 3

Everyone’s eyes follow Florian.

Confidently entering the plate, he had Denia’s bat in his hand.

-I want to compete with the queen’s bat. Is it possible?
– You won’t be able to wield it.
– So is it possible or not?

Florian had to win this match. Only then will their lives, who have been reborn as El Balom’s executives, continue.

“Nyan… “

Cheshire swallowed once.

A sharp-looking impression, a mocking attitude, a human who would calmly laugh at the end of this world even if it were to come to an end.

The calmness that continued in any situation was contagious to those who watched him.

Thanks to that, I calmed down a bit, but I was still anxious and muttered.

“This match… As if I could win… “

At that moment, someone next to him opened his mouth. It was Zeke, a witch wearing a large cone hat.

Come to think of it, she was one of the people who watched this game closely from the beginning. You must know something more.

Unsurprisingly, her lips opened and information began to trickle out.

“The pitch is pretty fast. It’s similar to the bullets in Florian’s pistol.”

“… Nyan?”

“Keep the orbit constant, and use mana to amplify the power… In fact, the word shooting would be more appropriate than pitching.”

As a witch, Zeke could feel the flow of mana more sensitively than other beings. Therefore, Denia’s pitching principle can be seen more clearly.

The sphere that has left her side is assisted by the very precise 『Infernal Movement』.

The flow of mana and the power of psychokinesis add to each other’s power.

The expected speed due to that synergy easily exceeds the projectile speed of Denia’s pistol if she does her best.

It is not at the level of sending the ball to the desired location by using control.

It is a level that makes the sphere ‘must’ be located in its place.

“The orb will definitely arrive at the location the Queen intended.”

“…”

Cheshire’s face hardened. Because he said that it was difficult to aim for a mismatch.

But even so, I did not want to give up my faith in my master. I didn’t want to give up hope.

“But if it’s a fixed position, isn’t it possible for the master to knock it out?”

“There is a different problem… Will Florian notice that? Whoop whoop. I’m curious.”

What is the problem? I didn’t even have the strength to ask. But the more I listen, the more I feel despair.

All she could do was look at her master’s profile and pray.

Aaaaang—!

At the same time, the sphere leaves Denia once. The heads of the executives who were watching hurriedly turned to Florian.

He didn’t swing a bat. Strike? Cheek?

0 strikes 1 ball.

Fortunately, the score was counted as balls.

The speed of the sphere was so fast that it was impossible to track it with the naked eye, so the onlookers could not even tell if it was a ball or a strike until the score was recorded on the mana screen.

“Did you notice that it was a target? Or did you not even respond?”

Denia muttered with a relaxed expression. Florian answered briefly.

“I couldn’t react. It’s fast.”

“…That shouldn’t be the case. If I’m going to live up to my expectations, it won’t be enough.”

“Not easy.”

As he answered, Florian narrowed his eyes.

Denia and Florian didn’t say anything for a while. We just glared at each other.

Aaaaang—!

Then, at some point, the second pitch.

Florian quickly turned and swung his bat, but only the sound of the wind was heard.

1 strike 1 ball.

“…Isn’t it so pitiful? He made a lot of promises.”

Florian made no reply. This time, he just listened to Denia with a calm expression.

“So you didn’t warn me. That the bat wouldn’t even swing properly. At least, if I had been humble, I wouldn’t have suffered such great embarrassment.”

The queen’s expression coexists with ridicule and anger.

You were arrogant too. That’s how your skills are – laughed at me.

And anger toward the end of the expectation that he could solve his boredom.

Complex emotions create an ominous stream of mana, and once more she shoots the orb.

Aaaaang—!

2 strikes 1 ball.

Once again, Florian’s bat cuts through the air.

Fuhehehe, Denia bursts out laughing. However, the anger on his face was spreading even more.

“Did you just ask me to do my best with that kind of skill?”

Florian was still silent.

A wind blew between the two. It was not the actual wind, but the wind that raged due to the current of mana.

Aaaaang—!

Aaaaang—!

2 strike 3 balls.

The spheres passed in front of Florian’s eyes and in front of his nose. The intent was clearly to be a joke.

“It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to vomit. Why, in front of everyone’s eyes, doesn’t face allow it?”

Denia smiled softly. Only by mouth.

“…It’s okay not to worry about that. Your corpse will dance naked in front of everyone. So it’s okay to put down your face now.”

He even slipped one foot out.

The tips of the queen’s high heels, which were shiny, were covered with a lot of protruding dirt.

“Or crawl over now and lick the tips of her shoes. Even if I don’t allow you to live as a human, I might be generous enough to live as a pet dog.”

Afterwards, Florian blows the bat once to turn the dust off.

“Throw the ball. A woman who reads fairy tales.”

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Tuk, the sound of something breaking in Denia’s head.

There are many words that modify Denia. The lady, the queen, the flower, the art, the craft, etc…

But what about the aunt? Are you a lady?

Her red eyes darkened like dark clouds. The flow of mana was aimed squarely at Florian.

The sphere began to spin in midair. A gust of wind blew up around, and people started to stir.

“Um, is that okay?”

“Whoops. This pitch must really be ‘shooting’ itself.”

Cheshire and Zeke murmured. Florian quietly tightened his grip on the bat.

And exactly then.

“…!”

Florian’s eyes widened. A sphere of Denia rushing in while tearing the air.

Powerfully twist her back as you spur her ground with one foot. I swung the bat at the right spot with all my might.

A sphere flying in a straight line. The exact position of the bat to hit. A wave ball resounding with each other’s speed.

But.

Whoa-

At the same time, the sphere that sensed Florian’s mana secretly changed its trajectory upward. It was like that too.

The moment the corners of Denia’s mouth subtly go up. That moment of time.

An even bigger smile appeared on Florian’s lips.

A small question mark was engraved on the faces of the officers and Denia who were watching. For an instant, time seemed to pass slowly, and he spoke only with his eyes.

I knew it all from the beginning— he said.

‘It was strange.’

Balls that deviated from the trajectory of the strike zone were discarded boldly. Even if he tried to trick Florian’s eyes, he wasn’t fooled.

‘But the problem was the ball that went into the strike zone.’

Precise timing in the exact spot. I swung the bat like that, but both times I missed beautifully.

An unbelievable sense of deja vu. What should I express? Feeling like the ball is dodging because the bat is trying to reach it?

But at the moment of the second strike, I noticed.

‘Mana.’

The orb sensed Florian’s mana entering the bat and dodged it.

In short, if it is not held in the hands of its owner Denia, it will be avoided.

“Let’s do it. The cheating queen.”

Yes, this is fun This is why he insisted on using Denia’s bat.

Even with such a move, if she loses, she will be broken even more.

Pajijik, the stigma engraved on Florian’s arm resonates. The object to be restored is the witch’s curse in her hand.

Cool—!

Blood gushed out of his mouth, but he didn’t care.

The stigma completely restores the bat. To the state of being held in Denia’s hand.

The sphere that tried to change its trajectory returns to its original position. As a result, the contact between the sphere and the bat became one fate.

Kagagagaga-!

There was a roar as the sphere collided with the bat.

—This is only 1 second.

“Facility.”

And he was still relaxed.

From now on, it is only a game of ‘power’.

Strength. Only power. There was nothing as confident as that, so he swung the bat with a low confidence. Tearing up the air

Aaaaa!

Everyone opened their mouths and looked at the orb flying in the distance.

Far away

Further.

Finally over the fence.

Denia looked at the man in front of her with a completely incomprehensible expression.

She couldn’t believe it did he? The one who vomits blood?

No, what he did was right.

The man with a confident expression as usual. This man, whose expression had been there since the first time she met her…

“Why are you crying so much? Shall I read you a fairy tale?”

It had been won from the start.