Previously, I was challenged to a duel by a male elf..
“Let me explain the duelling rules in the elf way.
Three types of duelling are written on a board: the referee flips over, shuffles, and draws.
You must fight a duel according to the written contents, and the first three winners are the winners.
However, the content must not be life-threatening.
Any questions?”
[I don’t want to duel.]
“Are you afraid of losing?
You coward!”
Whatever you say, I don’t want any trouble.
Duelling is not something I want to do.
But,
“Bastet-sama, do your best!”
“Nyanko-san, fight~!”
For some reason, I was being cheered.
Before long, Aurene, Sylph Baasan, and the other elves join the crowd.
“Oliver! Get that fat cat!”
“Knock him out! Get him, Oliver!”
Everyone is looking forward to a duel between me and Oliver, the elf man.
Although it’s not what I wanted to do, I’ll do it if they look forward to it.
[I’ll do it.]
“That’s how it’s done!”
Oliver and I are handed three wooden boards.
We write down the match details on them.
“Nyanko-san, it’s a duel, so it has to be a fair match~.
There is no way he can win a typewriter speed match with you, Nyanko-san~.”
Yes, that’s a troublesome restriction.
So, I threw the game to Aurene.
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“From now on, Bastet-sama and Oliver will begin their battle for each other’s pride!”
When Sylph Baasan declared, the elves who were my supporters and those against me cheered.
“I’ll be the referee. Now, the first game is the sweet potato peeling competition!
The one who finishes peeling 10 potatoes first wins~.”
This is a game Oliver-kun devised.
Ten sweet potatoes are laid out in front of Oliver-kun and me.
“Ready…”
Oliver-kun holds up a knife.
I’ll use my transformative alchemy to make two potato versions of the apple peeler.
“…Set, go! What’s that, Nyanko-san?”
Set the potato and turn the handle.
The skin peels off by itself.
Repeat.
“Aah?! What is that?
No fair!”
It was a two-handed job, and I was done when Oliver-kun finished peeling two.
“The winner is Nyanko-san!”
Stay calm, keep calm.