Lichstein Kingdom — Road near Fanbell Mountain
Time began to flow normally again for Brian, who stepped back, dodging Fabian's greatsword. The mage panicked when she couldn't detect the sudden movement, and thought:
"How the hell did that idiot move like that? How is that even possible?"
When Fabian missed, Allan noticed. His combat experience warned him, his instincts whispered—That kid wasn't normal.
Allan: —"Careful!! That brat is dangerous!"
—Too late to regret it now...
Jessie: —"Fabian!"
I dodged Fabian's sword again—effortlessly.Then I kicked him straight in the torso.
I could feel it—EVERY single rib shattered.
Fabian: —"KUAARGH—!"
He was out. The impact wrecked his insides.His mouth filled with blood, he clutched his side and groaned in pain.The tank saw his comrade like that… and lost it.
Lucas: —"You bastard!"
The tank charged with his shield—desperate.
—Too slow...
Two hits were enough. Crack.I shattered the shield… and the bones in his arms.
Lucas: —"AAAAAARRRGGGHHH!"
Another one down.The veteran tank collapsed to the ground as the splinters of his broken bones pierced flesh and mangled nerves. He couldn't bear the pain, kneeling as he stared at what remained of his shield.
The mage… was paralyzed. Crying.Her voice barely a whisper.
Jessie: —"M-m-monster..."
I walked up to that bastard Allan.He dropped his swords—surrendering.
Allan: —"P-please... have mercy!! Please!"
—...
"I, Brian Dreifus... can pretend to be an idiot.I can act naive.But one thing I'll never do... is regret my choices."
If I'm cruel... then I'll see it through.
Allan kept begging. I didn't stop.
I broke his legs.I shattered his arms.
He was completely useless now.
Allan: —"WUAAARRRGHHHH!!"
The mage was sobbing, dragging herself across the dirt, ruining her fancy dress.Her proud eyes were gone.Now she was just a pathetic woman, begging for mercy.
Jessie: —"Please... don't hurt me..."
—You're lucky.I don't hit women.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
A soft "thank you" through her tears...
But as I turned to leave, I heard something that set off every alarm in my head:
Jessie: —"Hratço Ia iT Fuh Ye Thuha..."
A massive fireball—like a mini red sun—flew toward me.
BOOM!
My clothes? Shredded.My body? Untouched.
Jessie: —"Hahaha! That's what you get, you monster!I poured all my mana into that spell! That was practically fifth circle level!"
I brushed the dust off me.
—So... this is what a fifth circle spell looks like?
Jessie: —"I-I-impossible..."
—Looks like it's your turn.
Jessie: —"W-wait! Didn't you say you don't hit women?"
I looked at her calmly.She burned my clothes. I wasn't injured, but half my outfit was gone.
Her nerve pissed me off.Then I remembered a phrase from an old Latin gamer who once humiliated me in a match of Special Killer.A phrase that perfectly captured my mood:
—That's right. I don't hit women...I punish bitches who bust my balls!
Jessie: —"Don't come closer! W-we can make a deal... I'll give you my body if—"
—You're not ugly.But you're not my type.(Oh, right... I'm a kid too. This world is messed up.)
[Master, wait.]
—What is it, Quincy?
[According to the updated database... there's a Satyr village 43 kilometers away.]
—Quincy... you're evil.And I love it.
[Thank you for the compliment, master (>.<)]
Satyrs... half-man, half-goat. Creatures from Greek mythology.Cruel. Drunk. Horny.
She tried to sell another girl as a slave.Fine. Let her live like one.
—Quincy... can you guide me back?
[I now have navigation mode. Confirmed.]
—Perfect.
I broke the mage's legs and knocked her out cold.Carried her… and dropped her outside the Satyr village.
Then I went back.The girl in the carriage was still unconscious.I climbed in carefully.
Tied up the trio of idiots like pigs for the slaughter.
—Where does the young lady live?
Fabian didn't answer.Lucas did.
Lucas: —"In the capital... House of Weston."
I went to get the report. I'd left it hidden in some bushes.I'm not stupid. I wasn't about to carry an official document while fighting half-naked.
Took the reins. Picked up speed.
The horses were slow.So I pushed the carriage myself.
Spoiler: I'm faster.
When I reached the outskirts of the capital… I saw it.
Hundreds of floating islands.
Suspended in the sky, surrounding the city.Each one had a mansion straight out of a fantasy novel.
Obviously... noble houses.
But no time to drool.
I focused.
Went straight to the Weston estate.
The place was... absurd.Compared to the Valentines, the Westons were gods.
I left the carriage at the front gate.And before I left… I stuck a note to the door:
"These idiots tried to sell your daughter as a slave.Luckily, I was passing by and stopped it.P.S.: Don't trust random adventurers with your daughter's safety.—Sincerely, Abu-kun."
[Master... why "Abu-kun"?]
—That's what they used to call me when I translated manga online.
[Seriously? (ಠಿ_ಠ)]
—Yeah. Reminded me of my uni days...I guess that's why I used it.
[But master, she...]
—Don't say it, Quincy.Let's move on.
[Understood, master.]
I went to the main branch of the mercenary guild.
Dropped off the report.
—Done.
[Master, it's been half an hour since you left Atris.]
—Half an hour? I'm basically a god!
[Hiding the report in the bushes was a great idea.]
—Right? If I'd carried it in my clothes... it'd be ash by now.
[What will you do now, master?]
—Delivery.
[Back to Atris?]
—Of course.I've got more messages to deliver… and I need clothes. Guide me, Quincy.
[Calculating route... Shall I display the map, master?]
—Go for it.
And so the morning passed...
Sam made 40 deliveries in 4 hours.
He used the trips to do some low-key sightseeing in each city,though Bang... was already suspicious.
"That kid must be some noble's illegitimate son..."
Because no one could understand how a slave kid was using teleport stations so many times.
With just 70 silver coins...Sam broke the guild's entire logic.
Magical travel cost at least 50 gold coins.And prices varied with distance.
None of it made sense.Except one thing: Sam was built for long-distance runs.And message delivery.
In just one day of work... Sam got promoted.And his pay was doubled.
Now, Sam was officially the star courier of the Lichstein Kingdom Mercenary Guild HQ.
At the end of his last delivery, Bang greeted him:
Bang: —"Kid... you're getting bigger jobs now."
—No problem. I'm in.
Bang: —"That's the spirit."
—Just one question: where?
Bang: —"You're going to the Gregorian Empire. To the city of Cartag."
—What for?
Bang: —"You'll deliver a letter... to the guild master."
—The guild master is in Cartag?
Bang: —"Yep. And I'm not telling you why. Just go, got it?"
—Fine... when?
Bang: —"Tomorrow. Stay and rest, kid."