The Human Saint is Bored, so I was Summoned to Another World

Kuro's Fool-Proof Plan on Surviving the Tri-Skill Tournament (Part 1)

I knew I said some stupid words like 'marrying Her Holiness' and stuff...

"..."

You knew full well that it's just my way of grandstanding, kicking in. I didn't have that kind of desire...

Well, at least, if Her Holiness' is a bit older, and she's not a Saint, perhaps I would consider—hey, why am I thinking of her that way? She's technically a kid!

Ah anyway, never mind me, now I am here at an enormously wide-open field that was to be the venue of the tournament the Duke was planning to hold. By this time, I could make out of the banners on the tents being set up in the area. Flags of bears and swords, or flames and shields...for a moment, those seem to be nasty-looking emblems, if you ask me...

"..."

But yeah, what concerns me most was not the number of enemies I'll be facing. Rather, it's the fact that I had gotten myself into a...death game.

"..."

Well, I guess I got what I deserve for my foolish impulses. I mean, I'm an outsider in this affair, and yet, because of my 'values' and 'ideals', I ended up getting the short end of the stick. Tournaments like this one could end tragically for a contestant for many good reasons; one, they use actual weapons here in the fighting. Two, old rivalries could surface once again and duels are not uncommon events. And three, I didn't think medieval societies such as this one had the concept of 'occupational safety' for its candidates.

Those are some of the reasons I believe this can end in a tragedy. And I'm not some black cape-wearing, edgy swordsman using cheat 'double blades' skills in trying to save his girlfriend from being NTR'd by a creepy game company CEO...

"..."

Although I was shocked and almost panicked at first, I don't think I could back out now. I mean, I already provoked the Duke into allowing me to join. I'll lose my head if I retreated, and these two brats were already expecting much from me...

And Her Holiness...I wish I could help her in any way possible; so, I guess this was an opportunity as well.

Even though I may die here...

"..."

Damn, I don't want to die...either by losing my head, or getting sliced by swords or skewered by spears.

"Those are our potential rivals, Mister Kuro." William enthusiastically pointed towards the groups of armored knights and archers a few distances away from us, "Papa had sent for the royalty and nobles from all over Chersea, and they hurriedly came here to attend the tournament."

"Big shots, eh?"

"Indeed. If you look over there, that's the tent of the King of Nerfes."

Oh great. I'll be meeting Rambo once again.

"That one's the Prince of Savoy's tent. He's the son of the Grand Duke of Savoy, the duchy nearest to the Holy Palatial Gardens."

Yeah, I know about that Einstein. Just keep on walking.

"Ah look, even the Imperial Prince had come hurrying from the south!"

Oh, an empire to the south of Chersea? I guess I need to read more about the countries of this world.

"Well, Papa didn't think it through." Sophia's face was sour, "He just sent out invitations to all royal and noble houses in Chersea, thinking that it would further enhance our house's prestige. But I have to come and send in a follow-up invitation telling them that only those of ruling dukes, royal families, and the imperial house could come."