What Do You Mean There Are Other Transmigrators In My Harem Fantasy?

Chapter 607: Try Not To Do Exploits In Tournaments

Feeling refreshed from the break that we had in that room in more ways than one, we were guided to the arena to officially begin the finals of the tournament.

I noted that for some reason, there was a larger crowd of spectators as compared to before.

I don't get it... This should be the amateur leagues right? Why are there even more people as compared to the crowd from before?

The slave girl that had been guiding us all this while turned back and smiled at me as though she knew exactly what I was thinking about.

"For this particular event, there are open bets amongst the crowd as well as official brokers who would be facilitating bets and odds after watching the preliminary fights earlier. Some investors might even be looking for potential recruits or even new slave trainers to invest in."

I see...

I also realised that she explained that to us because the other contestants were also clearly wondering the same thing as me with how they were looking around the place.

One of them turned to her, "New slave trainers? But we aren't..."

The slave girl smiled and gestured to her, "You're not. But the others are."

Ah, right. I wasn't really paying attention to the other winners but there were some of them that were clearly people who had brought actual slaves along to this competition.

I mean... It's kind of obvious when the leader was dressed in nice clothes unsuitable for combat while the slaves were the only ones dressed for combat.

Eh? Why did so many of them suddenly turn to look at me? Do I have something on my face?

Oh wait... No, no, no... I'm one of you guys too! I'm not a slave trainer!

Ugh... I didn't even realise that I match that description until now...

Oh whatever, I doubt anyone would approach me because of that anyway... And even if they did, it doesn't really matter.

Another announcer stepped up onto the stage and his magically enhanced voice echoed around the arena.

"Good evening dear guests! It's now the moment you've been waiting for! May I present to you today's batch of up and coming slave trainers and their slaves!"

That was our cue to step onto the stage and we arranged ourselves into columns where the leaders stood at the front with their team behind them.

Several slaves then came up after us holding boards that had our team's number written on them to stand at the very back of each team.

That was when an uproar spread across the arena.

"What the hell?! Why is the payout on that team so damn low?!"

"This must be a joke right?"

"I bet they got the numbers mixed up!"

"What kind of odds are these?!"

"How can that team have a one point zero, zero, one odds?! I need to bet one thousand Creas just to get one Crea if they win?! This is bullshit!"

Oh wow, I wonder which team has those betting odds?

I waved my hand quickly, "No, no, no... I know how it looks like but I'm not actually a slave trainer. I'm just a noble who is participating in the tournament with my combat maids, nothing more."

Geez, even just saying that felt a little gratuitous...

"I... I see... I suppose I can't convince you with money then?"

I shook my head, "I'm afraid not."

"In that case... What can I do to convince you to let us win?"

"Honestly? Nothing, really..."

"Ugh... I understand... I apologise for taking your time. If... If it's not too much to ask, could I request that your sla-- I mean... Your combat maids go a little bit easier on us during the match?"

I turned to look at my companions who were standing behind me the entire time.

Katsuki gave a slight bow, "We shall at least give them several chances to showcase their strengths, Mistress."

I turned back to her, "Well... You heard her."

"Thank you, that's all that I ask for."

She then left with her group who had remained silent the entire time.

"Would this be alright?" I asked.

Lisa giggled, "Are you worried that she would bear a grudge against us or something, my Mistress?"

"Err... That's part of it... Though I'm more concerned that we might ruin her life or something."

Odeta huffed, "If that was a problem, then just get stronger! How can she participate in a competition and ask her opponent to go easy on her? That doesn't make sense at all! You give your all in a fight and if your opponent is better, you learn from them and try again!!"

Katsuki then raised her hand slightly, "You also do not need to worry about this ruining her chances, Mistress."

"Eh? Why not?"

"Because this slave exhibition continues for the entire week and there will be new tournaments held each day that she can enter. There are no rules against someone entering the tournament more than once."

"Eh? Wait a minute... Doesn't that mean we could just enter again tomorrow and then win again?"

"Ah... My apologies, Mistress. Only the winners of each day are prohibited from participating in the tournament again."

Oh... I suppose that makes sense...

Although now I realise that I found a money making exploit... I could just lose in the finals and then come back tomorrow and win all my bets before losing again in the finals. Then just keep repeating that until the end of the event for maximum profits!

...

Yeah, I'm not gonna bother with that. Too troublesome...

I'm not even here for the money anyway so yeah, let's just win and go home~