I decided not to ask about Monica’s complicated backstory.
Right now, isn’t it a time to focus solely on the match?
No need to add unnecessary pressure.
Monica was staring at the mirror with a disbelieving look, rubbing her neck.
“You are…”
“Yeah?”
“Are you a god or something?”
Hearing Monica’s serious question, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“If I were a god, would I have been trapped in a capsule for seven years?”
“Oh yeah. Right.”
“Let’s hurry up. I have something serious to talk about after dinner.”
Returning to the training arena, Monica put on a dignified expression as if she hadn’t cried at all.
“Got it. I’ll accept that I have many shortcomings as they are. Now that I think about it, the spell isn’t that hard.”
If being too perfect in casting magic was the root of the problem.
Lowering that perfection just a notch shouldn’t be too difficult for her.
[Cast: Plasma Drive]
[Cast: Glacius Turis]
A long comet tail formed from the blue mass of mana.
The cold energy collided with the training arena floor, creating a tall ice pillar.
The double-casting of magic was completely unexpected until she finished inscribing the final rune.
At that moment, I increased the irregularity of the mana supply in the arena from the control room.
The magic circle shook left and right as Monica successfully managed it with her wand.
“Instead of preserving the form of the magic circle completely, if we just let it go back to its original state for a moment…”
Still inexperienced in the technique of moving the magic circle entirely with her wand, it made sense as she had never practiced it.
Instead, she unraveled the magic circle like a thread, using her body as a medium to restore it piece by piece.
Mana loss rate was under 5%, in other words, a huge success.
“Did you see that? Did you? Those who bet against me in predicting the match are all going to be ruined! How are you going to stop me, the one blessed by NoName? Betting on me, Monica Ricci, is like money duplicating!”
Monica grabbed the buzzing drone camera with both hands and shook it back and forth.
–NoName’s express fast track!
–Worship GodName!
–Isn’t it amazing that it just works like that? LOL
–Talent’s off the charts. Do these types win at the Academy Competition?
└ Seriously, I think each one could finish in a minute.
└ What the heck? LOL That’s comparing to the national team. LOL
└ A minute? Nah, combined it’ll be one minute, yeah.
–Too perfect for words.
‘They think that’s impressive? There’s still a mountain of things to improve.’
I began to wrap up the broadcast.
Even if I’m crazy about Monica, I didn’t plan to reveal all her flaws.
From now on, other country coaches would be debating whether Monica fixed her weaknesses or not.
“Hmm?”
Suddenly, comments began to multiply, and the chat channel was already filled with 20 entries.
–No, please keep broadcastingㅠㅠ
–I haven’t even seen NoName fight yet, are you seriously ending it?
–NoName, my light. My darkness. My life. My joy. My comfort. My soul. Mine.
–Hurry up and implement a NoName quota with whatever law you have to!
–I think you should show us training, dinner, night sledding, late-night snacks, and all the way to sleeping!
–NoName, please start the ASMR!
“Why are you all like this? Didn’t you enjoy today’s broadcast? Isn’t that enough?”
It had been a while since a broadcast packed with content like this.
Since the beginning went well, I was itching to finish it neatly.
Judging from the public sentiment… Cute? I don’t want cute.
‘Okay, let’s present options A and B.’
Joseon submitted both “Joseon” and “Hwa-Ryeong” as national titles to Ming Dynasty, to reduce the feeling of unilateral notification.
So, if I provide options that the viewers might be tempted by, that could work.
But if it’s too obvious, I’ll aim for around a 70-30 ratio.
[A: Jump rope 10 times with hair]
[B: 10-second annoying morning call with cute voice]
How are you going to endure my trick of jumping rope with hair from now on?
On the other hand, I predicted that the morning call would be annoying and have little demand.
Especially with my childlike voice, it would have no appeal at all.
If there are too few votes, I’d get hurt, but anyway, I just waited for the vote quietly.
‘Guess I should tie my hair up in advance.’
–Wait, can you actually jump rope with hair? I want to see that, B sounds better!
–I can’t wait to see the jump rope! (Spamming B)
–I really wanted to hear the morning call but now I’ll just get the jump rope, huh? LOL
–A is just what NoName wants to do, isn’t it?
–Seems like everyone really wants to see the jump rope, huh? LOL So cute!
“Alright, let’s check out the results. Surely everyone prefers the jump rope… huh?”
[A: Jump rope 10 times with hair (5%)]
[B: 10-second annoying morning call with cute voice (95%)]
What’s this, a counting error?
“No… this doesn’t make sense! You don’t want to see the jump rope? I’m doing this for the first time today. You won’t see tricks like this anywhere else!”
I bit my thumbnail, staring seriously at the chat window.
Public sentiment doesn’t budge.
“To be honest, I’m a little worried that if I make a morning call, you all might dislike me…”
Even with my emotional appeal, the viewers wouldn’t relent.
Guess we haven’t known each other for just a day or two.
After all, embarrassment tends to amplify over time, so this had to be tackled in one go.
I cleared my throat and casually blurted out any line that came to mind into the microphone.
“Hey, hey.”
–Kyaaaaaaaaaaaah!
–Finally a dedicated morning call after almost 3 years of broadcasting!
–Finally, the day when NoName’s prayer music comes…!
–The fact that I genuinely thought the jump rope would win is hilarious. LOL
–Manager, please upload the replay ASAP!ㅠㅠㅠ
“The sun is out! Wake up quickly! If you sleep for 10 more minutes, NoName will be mad! Are you not dreaming about me? Hurry up and come see me! Work! Oh! Me! I can’t do it anymore…”
I grabbed my head and plopped down on the floor.
It’s been a long time since I genuinely wanted to cry.
In my mind, the spinning hair lingered as an unfinished business.
No, why isn’t the jump rope impressive?
–I slept all day, can we do a full 24 hours?
–I want to hug NoName because she’s too cute!
–Alarm sound is adorable, hehehe!
–With such a talent for cuteness, please show it often!ㅜ
–The sun is out out ← I’m dying from cuteness!
*
Dinner time at Ricci Mansion.
Truffles in the risotto, truffles in the lasagna, and even truffles in the veal and chicken dishes.
Personally, it’s a bit too earthy-smelling for my liking.
I put down my fork.
We gathered at the same table to chat and spend time together.
“If it weren’t for NoName, Ruohan, you would have at least made it to the quarter-finals, right? Hmm, I don’t think so.”
Cecilia, who had advanced to the quarter-finals twice in a row, teased subtly.
“If I had met you, I would have stood a chance in the semifinals, you little brat.”
However, Ruohan stood firm, brimming with confidence, never backing down.
“Fischer, why not try this? You usually wouldn’t get to eat this. Our Ricci family is connected with a global network and receives only the finest ingredients from specific regions, so it’s on another level from ordinary commoner food—”
Monica also tried to put Giselle in her place with her characteristic feminine tone of ‘You wouldn’t get to eat that.’
“Wow, thank you! I’ll enjoy it! Nya-hum.”
“Ugh…”
The gluttonous Giselle Fischer seemed not to have a thought in the world.
Hiroyuki, it seemed, had improved from his previous chuunibyou days, engaging in a conversation with Everett without any problems.
Creeeak-
“Are you all enjoying the meal? Is there anything lacking for our wizards?”
As dessert was about to be served, Duke Lorenzo Ricci entered the dining hall with a friendly smile.
“Hmmm…”
“Ah.”
I exchanged glances with Duke Ricci and tapped Monica on the shoulder.
“Today, you mentioned the coaches are planning a late-night training session based on the feedback? What time is it?”
Monica placed her ice cream spoon down and checked her watch.
“We planned to start just after 8 o’clock. Huh? It’s already 8.”
“Shouldn’t you hurry up and pack? Eating now won’t sit well.”
“It’s okay. It’s my first training since rehabilitation. They won’t push me too hard.”
She quickly finished her biscuit, got up from the chair, and bowed politely.
“It was a pleasure seeing everyone today. Starting tomorrow, I won’t be able to show my face much due to personal training. Consider this a vacation spot, and those who wish can stay at the mansion and relax.”
With a gentle smile, she lightly bowed her head.
After Monica exited swiftly, Duke Ricci ordered his personal secretary to clear out all the dining staff.
As waiters and chefs exited, the dining hall became considerably quieter.
“Now, I have a very important request to make of our wizards.”
His one heavy statement instantly commanded attention.
The comfortable smile from earlier was nowhere to be found.
He seemed hesitant to speak, his lips trembling slightly.
I decided to explain another reason why we had gathered instead.
“Is anyone interested in a light walk to San Raffaele Hospital with me and the Duke tomorrow morning? It’s absolutely not mandatory; if you’re sleepy, you can just sleep.”
“A walk? What time?”
“Before dawn, around 5 a.m. is what I’m thinking.”
“Why there? What’s that place?”
Hiroyuki asked with a frown.
“It’s the largest private hospital in Milan, with 1,500 beds. However, the actual owner is the clan known as Rockyanemone.”
The modern world hates and scorns evil while compromising with it.
“In Italy, it’s classified as a mafia organization. One of the Rockyanemone members seems to be connected to the assassination request for Monica.”
The barrier crystal that caused the earlier trouble in the training arena had been manipulated with abnormal readings.
Even safety devices created to prepare for human incompetence were destroyed.
We were planning to raid the area to identify the members of the organization involved tomorrow.
No matter how greedy a boa constrictor might be, it can’t devour an elephant protected by nations.
“This information is a secret for everyone, especially from Monica, under any circumstances.”
