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

The Yoblin merely accepted her loss with a nod and the announcer asked for her to send in the next combat slave of her team.

She looked at her four remaining slaves for a moment before pointing to one of them and gesturing to the stage.

The female Mahun slave nodded, hefting her longsword that she held at her side to ascend to the stage.

Lisa turned to give me a look and I gave her a small nod.

She gave me a pouty face, probably unsatisfied that she had to pretend to lose to the Yoblin’s slave but obeyed with my decision.

The announcer called for the start of the match and Lisa immediately started to chant again.

The new slave obviously already knew what her attack pattern was like from the previous match and immediately tried to close the distance instead of fighting defensively like the first one did.

Lisa acted like she was panicking and shot the first [Ember] at her opponent who deftly avoided it without much effort.

The Mahun then brought her sword down in an overhead slash, narrowly missing Lisa by mere inches as it smashed into the ground when she rolled away to avoid it.

She tried to chant to cast another spell again but her opponent was not giving her the space to do so as she swung her sword towards Lisa again to interrupt her.

I know that Lisa keeps several hidden weapons on her so she could easily take them out to defend herself against the blade fairly easily. The fact that she wasn’t doing that meant she was already setting herself up to lose.

Lisa stopped her chanting to roll away again before trying once more to cast a spell, this time successfully materialising the small ball of fire to shoot towards her opponent.

The Mahun slave used her sword to cut down the spell before lunging forward to smash the hilt of her sword into Lisa’s abdomen, sending my Infrid flying out of the arena.

Of course, I was there to catch her in my arms before she hit the floor, the Infrid beaming at me when she saw me.

“Ehehehe~ If I knew I get to be caught like this, I wouldn’t have minded it from the start~”

I rolled my eyes, “Yes, yes. Are you hurt?”

She patted her abdomen, “Hmm… I think the enchantment hea– Ah wait… Unnghhh! It hurts, Mistress! I need some healing here! Could I humbly request my beloved Mistress to treat this little slave with a little bit of your love?”

My response was giving her a flick on her forehead before setting her down.

No, no, this isn’t just me being too shy, ok? The competition is still going on after all!

“Team sixty, you need to choose who will be replacing the slave that had lost the fight and how many you will be sending up as well.”

Oh right.

Umm… The opponent is using a longsword to fight so…

“Delmare.”

My Siren seemed to be surprised that I chose her but she gave me a slight bow before proceeding up the steps to enter the arena.

She unsheathed the rapier on her waist and stood in front of her opponent with a confident poise.

According to our arrangement, Delmare should be winning this round.

I’m not very sure if the Yoblin had told her own team about this arrangement because the longsword wielding slave hefted her sword and gave Delmare a serious look like she intends to beat her.

“Round three, start!” The announcer shouted and the two girls leapt at each other.

The other slave swung her sword in a horizontal arc, aiming to cleave Delmare in two at the waist.

My Siren leapt over the slash and thrusted her rapier at her opponent, the tip of her blade aimed at her throat.

With surprising dexterity, the Mahun switched her grip on her longsword and pulled back, using the pommel of her sword to block the rapier thrust accurately.

The two of them disengaged and Delmare landed on her feet at roughly the same place that she started at.

The Mahun slave rushed at her, hoping to catch her while she was still recovering her balance.

Unfortunately for her, she was a second too late and Delmare managed to avoid her sword thrust by taking a step to the side.

My Siren then stepped in and stabbed her rapier into the swordswoman’s side, piercing a hole through her side.

The Mahun let out a gasp of pain before swinging her arm in an attempt to smash her fist against my Siren.

Delmare saw it coming and quickly retreated, pulling out her rapier from her opponent’s flesh and leaping away from her.

I’m more surprised that she was still inside the arena instead of being ejected outside after suffering such a wound.

I guess they really increased the threshold for how much damage you can receive before being kicked out.

The Mahun collapsed on a knee while holding her side with her free hand, her body angled away such that we could not see the hand that was holding her sword.

Delmare straightened herself and waited for her opponent to recover, not because she was looking down on her or even going easy on her but because she knew the Mahun was trying to bait her into attacking her.

Seeing that her ruse was not working, the Mahun attempted a surprise attack by leaping towards her and slashing out her longsword at the same time.

Delmare narrowed her eyes at the sword, taking a moment to gauge its trajectory before leaning back just enough to let the sword sail past her before stepping back in.

The swordswoman only had time to widen her eyes before Delmare’s rapier was stabbed into her chest, stopping her momentum completely before my Siren pushed her back with just her rapier.

She stumbled back a few steps, opening her up to letting Delmare give her a few more stabs of her rapier which resulted in the slave being teleported outside the arena.

Delmare turned and gave me a look while fidgeting slightly.

I was wondering if she was feeling unwell until I realised she wanted me to praise her.

Well, I would go and give her a head pat but not in front of everyone like that so I simply gave her a thumbs up.

That seemed to be enough for her as her face lit up in a smile that seemed to light up the area around her in a dazzling light.

She’s so cute.

That was when I noticed something…

Despite Delmare showing such a great fight, the cheers from the crowd sounded rather muted despite the number of people present.

I would have thought that they don’t usually cheer for the winners had there not been cheers in the first two rounds before this so that was definitely weird.

Hmm… Maybe they got tired of cheering?

Right, for the next round, Delmare should be losing to their next fighter.

The Yoblin nodded at a Nekomata who ascended onto the stage, her bow gripped firmly in her hands.

Alright, if it all goes according to plan, Delmare should just act like she’s struggling a little with the new opponent before being defeated.

The announcer started the third round once he confirmed both sides were ready.

Now let’s see how–

The Nekomata shot her bow faster than Delmare could react, the arrow embedding itself in her chest.

A split second later, Delmare stood outside the arena, looking quite confused.

Huh… Seems like that Nekomata has some skill.

The arena that had been silent when Delmare won her match suddenly erupted into cheers.

“Yes! That’s what I’m talking about! I have three hundred Creas riding on this!!”

“I’ve bet five hundred Creas on them! They better win!”

“Beat those maids!”

Bastards… I should have known that they were only cheering for the team they bet on and not because of the level of skill the participants showed.

Delmare turned to look at me with upturned eyes while holding onto her notebook with the words she had scribbled.

‘Sorry, Aster…’

She even drew a sad face at the end too.

Waaahh!! What do you need to be sorry for?! You’re so cute!! Come here and let me head pat you!! You’re just too cute!!

“Ahem… Umm… Team sixty? You need to call up someone else for the next round…”

Eh? Oh right… I almost forgot that the tournament was still ongoing.

Err… I guess…

“Odeta.”

The Amrap punched her fists together with glee before leaping onto the stage, causing the arena to shake slightly from the impact alone.

Looking at the Nekomata slave, it doesn’t look like she was intending to lose this round so I have a sneaking suspicion that the Yoblin either neglected to tell her slaves about our agreement or she found no need to do so.

Now I’m wondering if Odeta would be alright with this opponent.

Maybe I should have sent Katsuki instead?

Ugh… I guess it’s too late to switch now…