Chapter 74

In the end, because of Siegfried who didn’t wait for me to finish my meal, my short break had to be invaded by the warriors.

They said they wouldn’t even touch a dog when eating, but it’s clear that these guys don’t treat me like a dog.

When she complained to Ragnis, who had returned from her business, she smiled as if it were absurd.

“To think that the hero even said such a thing. You must have liked it quite a bit? It’s not exactly wrong.”

Ragnis was more surprised that Siegfried had the insight to observe the situation around him with fairly normal thinking than the fact that he had approached me directly to give such advice.

Still, before we met for the first time, the evaluation wasn’t that low, but even Ragnis, who had suffered since childhood, regarded Zeke’s behavior so negatively that it suddenly occurred to him that he might be treated as an asshole in the Empire.

“By the way, you know about visiting foreign countries, as expected, the 4th princess is constantly providing information. According to Marquis Bende, it’s a story that only a few of the emperor’s faction know about.”

“Hmm? Is that what you met today?”

“That’s right. Yesterday I couldn’t see my face all day.”

“Hmm. That’s right.”

“...I told you in advance, did you just have a normal conversation?”

“No, that would have been it.”

“Really?”

For some reason, the next day passed like that while taking the rest of the class with Ragnis, who vehemently emphasized that they had only exchanged light greetings and chats about the current situation, and reported even trivial details. It was a day that went smoothly, except for the fierce response from the people around me.

But trouble came the next day.

“Hmm. Are you a commoner who defeated a hero?”

A nobleman dressed in attire that seemed to show off that he came from another country approached us as soon as we got off the carriage, and he started talking to me.

A nobleman with three servants behind him, with curly blond hair and a jeweled scabbard and sword fastened to a belt embroidered with gold thread, and jeweled rings on each finger large enough to be used as knuckles. He looked at me like an altar, showing an arrogant attitude.

Recognizing me means that you know who Ragnis next to you is, but this kind of reaction? To openly glance over, as if evaluating an attendant in front of a master?

“...Who...”

He was dumbfounded by the sight, but kept his composure as much as possible, and the moment Ragnis opened his mouth, it was as if he was wearing an outfit most similar to that of a medieval aristocrat in my memory with a very crude splendor. One of them continued talking while stroking the pommel of the sword he was wearing around his waist.

While completely ignoring Ragnis.

“I want to see your skills. Follow me.”

After that, as if it was all too natural, I didn’t even check my doctor and walked toward the arena?

Today, as always, I had the illusion that a bad Eldmia and a worse Eldmia were crawling out of my wine-colored half-cloak, which was neatly ironed by the servants. Like that, I shared the absurd feeling with the Eldmia in my image, staring at him and not taking a step. Sensing a sense, the guy turned his head and immediately frowned and raised his voice slightly.

“What are you doing? I’m a busy body.”

-Are you crazy?

– Is it something crazy?

Whoa. Calm down little Eldmia sons. Isn’t it the duty of a true modern man to check even astronomical odds?

I immediately suppressed Ragnis, who was about to jump forward with his face flushed red with insult, and asked the only possibility that he could take such an action.

“Are you the emperor?”

To be honest, it was rude even for the emperor, but there was nothing he couldn’t take into account.

Seeing the three men who thought they were servants cut off their master with a bitter look on their faces, they seem to be either knights or apprentices. Still, if you see a clear reaction, I think it’s an article.

However, the aristocrat still only asked them back with an expression and tone that showed both annoyance and absurdity.

“Are you late?”

“That young man has already declared a duel and swore silence. If he tries to leave, he will chase and cut him... Even if the emperor comes, he will not open his mouth until the duel is over.”

“It’s absurd. I heard that I competed with the hero, so I thought I’d check my skills, but you didn’t know my subject and insulted me this much?”

It was a miraculous guy who only talked about things that made me doubt my ears every time he opened his real mouth. Rather, the servants seem to be a little bit insane, but at least they understand the situation.

“It can’t be helped.”

“Kill it. Not worth it.”

“...then me.”

Not being able to feel an aura is more uncomfortable than I thought. I really don’t know how much he’s doing it, so it’s because in most situations, I don’t know whether I should moderate my strength or go out with all my might.

But if you’re going to kill me, it doesn’t matter.

As the two guys, taking the aristocrat behind them, spread their distance, the tallest of the three, the brunette, pulled out the sword he was wearing and said,

“This is Rag Wenstera, the antagonist. Gwilo, the eldest son and rightful heir of the owner, Baron Jagnella Vis Belluin, will raise her sword for the honor of Viss Belluin. I feel sorry for you...”

what? self-promotion? Are you implying that you’re going to win?

I don’t know anything else, but I can feel my carelessness dripping from the words.

It was so disgusting that he simply bowed and raised his mana to the fullest while adjusting his posture.

“Go...”

And as soon as he was about to take a step forward with a low voice, he dug in and blew his neck as he passed by.

It was as expected and nothing major. It has already been proven through many experiences that most of the guys who do not feel the aura are not able to stop my surprise attack.

I was just deeply admiring the sword, which cuts much better than I expected under the acceleration that I have become accustomed to.

Come to think of it, what was the first cut with this sword? Should I say it’s like a sword handed over directly by a Dwarf artisan? Compared to the one I used before, it cuts cleanly enough that I don’t even feel resistance, so I wonder if it’s a dwarf dwarf.

“uh...?”

I looked at the aristocrat and the two remaining servants who couldn’t accept the situation until the moment his head flew cleanly into the air and landed on the floor.

“Rag... in one blow...?”

And seeing that they couldn’t keep their mouths shut, he raised his sword again and took the posture he had taken at the beginning.

The expression of the servants who saw it became contemplative. Either that or not, I put in my mouth what I could say because the one duel was over.

“The adversary’s skills are poor, so it’s not even worth weighing against the lost honor.”

There is a terrible side to a duel in another world. It doesn’t matter when the parties end it, but when the adversary is put forward, the terribleness stands out.

The duel isn’t over until I drop the sword.

It will not end unless a new adversary is raised or an apology and forgiveness are sought. Even so, the latter should come with reasonable compensation.

And the fact that they became contemplative would be proof that that bastard possesses a personality that never apologizes.

Did you think you won by beating the warrior? Let’s go until we go somewhere.