I Don't Need To Log Out

Chapter 42 Quarter-Finals

"Ah, you're wondering what I know. I know that for the other saviors, this is just a game. So, they wouldn't bother sitting down and talking to us 'NPCs,' would they?" Lady Rael said with a smile. "Don't worry, only Sir Zephyrion and I are aware of this fact for now. Since I received the divination about the saviors' arrival, it's only natural."

"I see," Arlon replied, his mind racing. He knew some things from the future, but not everything.@@@@

Especially since the Trion government had already fallen apart in the last timeline once people realized it wasn't a game.

"But I think you knew this wasn't a game, just like you knew about the tournament," Lady Rael continued. "I don't know how, but I'm assuming we're lucky to have you. So, I'm actually here to make you an offer."

"What kind of offer?" Arlon asked, his tone cautious. "I might have to reject it if it's impossible or something too burdensome."

"Do you know why we're running this tournament, especially when there aren't many notable saviors? It's because we can't fight the Keldars directly— they can revive," Lady Rael explained. "Sir Zephyrion wants to train strong saviors who can also revive. We're looking for promising candidates, and of course, you are our number one priority."

"So, you want me to come to Kelta and train there?" Arlon asked.

"Yes and no," she replied with a thoughtful smile. "We're inviting you to Kelta to give you a reward for defeating a Named Monster and, most likely, as the tournament winner. The training is a secondary offer. Of course, you can decline, but I ask that you consider it while we travel to Kelta. You can make your decision by the time you return."

"Hmm. I can't promise to commit to the training, but I'll come to Kelta for the reasons you mentioned," Arlon said.

"Thank you, that will be more than enough. I'm sure Sir Zephyrion will change your mind," Lady Rael replied, her tone warm.

"No, thank you for this dinner. I think it's time for me to go now. Please excuse me for leaving early, Lady Rael."

"Of course. I'll see you after the event, then."

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Arlon immediately headed to his room. Since there was a possibility of getting tailed, he changed routes a few times.

Lady Rael was also intelligent, Arlon realized. So, it was best to be careful around her.

It's a good thing I changed my voice with a spell or she could catch up. If Lady Rael is like this, I can't even think about Zephyrion. But he had to go to Kelta for more than one reason.

Should I join the training? Arlon was already learning spells instead of skills as a mage, but he was still using skills as a warrior.

Warriors, too, could develop unique abilities outside the typical skills. In his past timeline, Arlon had even created a few abilities of his own.

However, this kind of innovation had a far greater impact on mages than other classes.

Still, he'd need to give serious thought to the offer during his stay in Kelta.

More pressing matters occupied his mind, though. He needed to ensure that the right candidates were chosen for training, and he suspected he might receive an invitation as Arlon the guide. Could he maintain both personas in Kelta?

If he traveled as a player with the others, he'd also need to "log out" with them—something that might raise questions given his unique situation.

Lastly, there was Zephyrion himself. Arlon needed a way to avoid drawing suspicion from the ruler of Trion.

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Arlon reached his room, determined to find solutions before the time came.

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Zack fell silent, unable to find a counterargument. He had focused on his bet with June rather than fighting seriously.

Just as Zack opened his mouth to protest again, a deep voice interrupted him.

"Ah, enough of this bullsh*t! You lost, even with your potion. Just shut up and let us get on with it," said Crag, a burly barbarian warrior and the 13th on the leaderboard.

Zack turned to face Crag, his irritation boiling over. Though Crag looked intimidating, Zack knew he was at a lower level and felt emboldened.

Since Zack had been beaten by Arlon, lost a bet to June, got threatened by Leon, and was snubbed by Lady Rael, his mood was far from good.

Crag's provocation was the final straw. With a burst of frustration, Zack jumped from where he stood, drawing his sword and lunging at Crag.

Before Leon could act, Arlon stepped in, positioning himself between the two. With a swift motion, he caught Zack's sword mid-swing with his bare hand.

"I think that's enough for today," Arlon said, his tone calm but firm as he looked between Zack and Crag. "We shouldn't let this escalate further and show any more disrespect in Lady Rael's presence."

Though he disliked Zack's rashness, he was equally unimpressed with Crag's provocation.

"Hah! As if respecting NPCs actually matters," Crag scoffed, but he lowered the massive double-handed axe he had drawn in the meantime.

Zack, still fuming, shot Arlon an angry glare but ultimately turned back to rejoin his friends without a word.

The other participants remained silent, observing the exchange. The tension was palpable, but Ben quickly stepped in to diffuse it.

"If we're all settled," Ben began, his voice steady, "let's move on with the tournament. We'll now proceed to draw lots for the quarter-finals brackets."

He gestured to two boxes at the front. "As with yesterday, there will be no loser's bracket. Each of you will draw a number from these boxes. Those with matching numbers will face each other in the next round."

Participants approached the boxes one by one to draw their numbers. The process went smoothly without further incident.

Once the drawing was complete, Ben announced the matchups:

"Here are today's fights:

Maria vs. Liyam

June vs. Crag

Evan vs. Aedar

Arlon vs. Pierre

The matches will be held in this order. Except for Maria and Liyam, the rest of you may return to your seats for now."

His intent was clear—to disperse the group before another argument could break out. The participants followed his instructions, heading to their seats to await their turns.

It worked and everyone except those two went up to the participant seats.

With that, the first match started.