Chapter 250: Let’s Play with the Saint and Her Party!
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Some of them apparently faltered upon seeing my smile, but one of them, a guy who looked rather high-handed, stepped forward without any hesitation.
“Arrogant commoner! Do you know who you are facing here!?” He thundered.
(T/N: One thing of importance: The “arrogant” here is written as “holding your head high.” That double-meaning of the word is being used in the following dialog.)
“Sir Dungeon Core?” I asked.
That answer was probably so far from the outfield that he became flabbergasted.
“The only one I greet with a knightly bow is Sir Dungeon Core, you see? If it’s a man’s greeting, I’ll humor you guys as long as you properly greet me from your side.”
Everyone present was taken aback.
“…Still, you’re addressing me quite condescendingly, aren’t you? Who do you think you’re facing here?”
I took a step towards the high-handed guy. At the same time, I could hear whistling in my back.
“You’re so cool, Sir Indra!”
“You rock! I’ll definitely stick with you!”
I see. In short, I can use these guys as a compass. After all, they’re going to scoot if they perceive that there’s no further benefit in staying with me.
In other words, maybe it’s necessary to change my policy in response to that.
…But, no. As I thought, holding back is asking too much, so I’ll do what I want to do, even if it’s not to my advantage.
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“…W-What was that?”
I answered the domineering guy who had faltered, “Kneel down on the ground and apologize. If you do it right now, I’ll forgive you.”
Everyone immediately quieted down. They probably didn’t think that I’d take that kind of approach.
When I took another step towards them, they stepped back.
“I won’t lower my head even to the king of this country. The only time I’d do so is when I ask Sir Dungeon Core of the demon king country, or the one you call demon king, for permission to clear his dungeon. And yet you call me arrogant? …Don’t get ahead of yourself. I guess I’ll beat that haughtiness out of you.”
The high-handed guy looked like he didn’t get what I was talking about.
Behind me I could hear the peanut gallery whispering.
“Oh damn, I’m about to fall in love.”
“Wait, Leemon. Your bro is against it. Sir Indra is definitely cool and a great man to have as an employer, but he’s not suited to be your bro’s younger brother-in-law. Not bowing his head to even the king…? Your bro couldn’t stomach such a brother-in-law as it’d be too damn scary.”
Siblings, I’m sorry to tell you, but I adhere to the principle of not marrying anyone, regardless of gender.
Now then, the folks in front of me were split into two groups. One side was dumbstruck as they couldn’t understand what I was telling them while the other was looking like they regretted having picked a fight with me.
This kind of reaction at a stage where I haven’t even asked them about their business with us yet, huh? Should I skip that part and get straight to the torturing?
At that point, a woman, who was as old as me or a bit younger, calmly held them back.
“Please wait. …He has said all this to cover for me. Forgive him out of kindness, will you?”
……
What’s that girl blathering?
My question apparently showed on my face as the woman furrowed her eyebrows before clearing her throat.
“I’m Lala, the one who has been appointed as the next saint.”
Okay? In short, she’s not a saint yet?
…But, what’s the point in telling me? Something like that doesn’t matter to me at all.
The saint cleared her throat once more.
“I have heard that an S-Rank adventurer is present here. You’re his attendant, aren’t you? Where is your master?”
………
“I understand. So basically, a saint is a person who rudely trespasses the places of other people and spouts some high-handed nonsense!”
Once I shouted that, everyone froze.
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“H-H-How dare you…,” the high-handed man stammered while trembling.
“Entering someone else’s place, telling them that you’re the great Lady Saint, and then calling the other party arrogant is something even some of the nobles would shy away from doing, you know? Moreover, only retards who can’t gauge other people’s strength, would say something like that to me. Seeing how you do it despite even monsters cowering away from me out of fear, you must be dumber than monsters! But okay, I understand. Basically, the saint is a position where you run around like a haughty, dumb mutt and prattle nonsense, right!?” I thrust a finger at them.
“How dare you!” The high-handed guy repeated.
Even the peanut gallery behind me seemed to be drawing back.
“I…might not be suited as Sir Indra’s bride after all.”
“That’s what bro told you, right? Marrying a guy who doesn’t bow his head even in front of the king is reckless unless you have nerves of steel.”
I feel like I was being slandered by Leemon and her brother.
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The high-handed guy and the guards, who seemed inclined to finish me off after hearing my statement, started to place their hands on their weapons.
Witnessing that, Leemon’s party apparently faltered, fearfully calling out to me.
“S-Sir Indra…”
I looked back a bit, and smiled so as to give them a peace of mind, “I told you guys to get the deep-fry ready and prepare the rest, didn’t it? I’m a great magician and sorceress, and a genius rivaling Sword. Furthermore, Ryoku is here as well. But seeing how worried you are…Ryoku, stay by their side and protect them. Deploy the magic element barrier!”
“Ayesir!”
The Ryoku attached to me appeared with a whoosh and expanded its barrier in a flash.
“Ah! The golem that sang yesterday!” Leemon shouted.
Ryoku answered with a greeting, “I’m Ryoku! I’m a combat golem that can dance and sing which has been built by Mother.”
“Okay, just as I thought, you’re incredible, Sir Indra. Somehow you’re already way beyond any norms.”
The Taking It Easy members felt relieved by Ryoku’s appearance while the saint’s guards got all agitated. The saint felt shaken as well.
The high-handed guy shouted while being surprised and stunned, “A-A monster!!”
“He said he’s a golem, didn’t he?” I corrected him.
But, he immediately denied it, “As if such a golem could exist anywhere!”
Why is he the one to decide that?
“Why do you get to decide that? Are you a god?”
When I asked, the high-handed man stopped being in unrest.
“It’s damn obvious that I’m no god, right!?”
“Why do you get to decide then?”
“……”
He remained silent.
“If you aren’t a god who has created and governs over all things in nature, then don’t make arbitrary decisions. Don’t act like you’re a god. People like you are called 『accursed』. Did you know?
The peanut gallery behind me applauded.
“Wow! He branded the attendant of the saint as 『accursed』!”
“Nothing less of Mother~!”
Getting cheered on by Ryoku beamed a grin on my face.
“Hehe, Ryoku is rooting for me! Alright, I guess I’ll ramp this up a bit and tort…err, remonstrate them!”
Everyone, who heard my enthusiastic statement, cried out in harmony, “””””Did you just say torture!?”””””
It’s your imagination.
“Now then, come at me! I’ll admonish you kindly, one after the other! Hehehehehe…fortunately Sword is out on a request! Come on! I’ll have my fill of fun until Sword comes back! Let’s torture!”
“””””There it is! He said he’d torture them!”””””
Oops, I spilled the beans.
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