The owl flying in the sky raises its voice.

“I have confirmed the destruction of Kurt’s demon sword. The winner of the first match is Arnos Voldigod!”

The auditorium falls silent. I guess most of them are royalty. Looks like there’s no recognition for a mixed-race who doesn’t technically even qualify for participation.

I turn around and start returning to the waiting room just as a voice is raised from the corner of the auditorium.

“As expected of Arnos-chan!! He’s a genius!!”

“Well done Arnos! This will be an easy victory for you!!”

It’s the voices of my parents.

Encouraged by my parents the voices of the mixed-bloods rise up in cheer.

“What should we do!? The match finished before we could sing our cheer song!”

“Arnos-sama is so strong we might not get a chance to sing at all!”

“Let’s sing now!”

“About what? He’s already won. It’s a support song. What are we supporting!?”

“We can use support song No.2 [The noble Arnos-sama’s honourable sword]”

“Are you listening to me!?”

“Jyanjyanjyanjyanjyan ?”

“.......Fine. It can’t be helped. Let’s celebrate the victory of Arnos-sama!”

The sound of drums and wind instruments brought by the fan union start to play out.”

“I am the top and you are the bottom ?”

“Shuu shuushuushuu instant death ? Fuuhaaaaa ?”

“I am the top and you are the bottom ?”

“La lalalalala easy victory ? Uuuahaaaa ?”

“The noble Arnos-sama’s gift ?”

“Women dancing on the bed are his trophies ?”

“Arnos-sama put it in ? Make them pregnant with magical power ?”

“Strong man in one shot ?”

“Pregnant ? Pregnant ? Pregnant ?”

“I am the top and you are the bottom ?”

“Byuu Dobyuubyuu, instant kill ? Fuahaaa ?” (1)

“I am the top and you are the bottom ?”

“Ahh, aaahan relief ? Uuahaaa ?”

“Hey, struggle ? Accept it in —————?”

It didn’t rhyme and the vibrato was useless, however, it was kind of exciting as I watched the humiliated faces of the royals as the song was sung. It was the final coating of shame applied to them after I overwhelmingly showed off my abilities.

Also, I doubt they factored into their calculations that I had a song made for me purely to make fun of the enemy. My fan union might actually have a rare talent.

After leaving the arena I left the waiting room and headed to the audience seats.

“Unun that’s it. I think these lyrics are good too. Listen to this.”

I hear my mothers voice as I enter the seating area.

“Eat Arnos-chan’s honourable sword and be conquered ? The sword tip jumps ahead ? Dye it pure white ? Jyuu jyuujyuujyuu, violation ? Ahaa ufuuu ?” (2)

Fumu. What awful lyrics, however, my fan union are looking at my mother with total respect.

“As expected of Arnos-sama’s mother!”

“Amazing! It’s amazing! It’s the first time I’ve heard such a beautiful singing voice!”

“Un unn! The lyrics are bold but delicate and clearly represent the surging heart of Arnos-sama. Tears have come out!”

“Uhh....*sniffle* I’m deeply moved....”

The fan union seems to be deeply impressed.

Where’s the moving element in those lyrics? I don’t understand it at all. Is this what happens with a 2000 year gap?

“Honoured mother, if you have the time would you please visit the fan union as an outside lecturer. Please give us special singing training!”

“Me too! Please visit us!”

The fan union all lower their heads at the same time.

Fumu. I have a very bad feeling about this. If I don’t stop it here I’m sure difficulties will arise later.

“Sorry, but my mother is usually very busy.”

“A..Arnos-sama....! Kyaaa!!”

The entire fan union retreated 3 steps down and bowed while still screaming.

“kya kyaa! If Arnos-sama says so kyaa!!”

“I’m sorry for being so impudent. Kyaa!”

Make a noise or bow. Pick one. I don’t want both.

“It’s fine Arnos-chan. The shop is closed sometimes. May I visit when I’m free?”

“With pleasure! Thank you! We did it!”

The fan union is shaking hands with my mother.

My mother is smiling in a meaningful way while I’m filled with a vague feeling of uneasiness.

“Leave it to your mother Arnos-chan. With this, I can be at school with you sometimes as well.”historical

“..............”