"Brother, that woman is laughing."
"Yes, it's funny."
Hearing my mockery, five or six muscular men surrounded me, screaming. I looked at their muscular arms and the tattoos on their rugged bodies.
"Unfortunately, I'm a bit poor, so I can't give you money." I glanced at them, rolling my shoulders lightly. I felt energized and refreshed all over. 'You're all dead.' Of course, the pirates here didn't know that.
"You've got a big mouth, you." I saw a man walking up to me, staggering his feet. It was a red-haired man who looked like the captain. "Thanks to women like you, we live richly." I could see that the Red Cult Pirates' murky pupils were full of sneers toward me.
As soon as I heard their ridicule, I found out an important fact. 'They have a lot of money, don't they?' I asked, nonchalantly chic, but unable to hide my voice trembling with excitement. "Then you guys still have a lot of money, right?"
"Yes, there are many." One of them giggled as he showed his back pocket. Inside it was a white envelope and a bill. There was also a jingling sound from the red pocket. I had a hallucination for a moment. It was a hallucination in which their faces began to appear as bundles of money.
'I spent a lot of money renovating the interior of the stationery store and buying things.' 'I think I'll have money.' So I could hire an intermediate or higher wizard with that money? 'Okay, I'm going to take care of them right away and get rid of them.' Still, there was only money left for the time being, but it went well.
I glanced behind me. Dominic, who was watching me from inside the door, nodded. Negotiations reached a blitzkrieg. Now it was time to see the game. Since they couldn't fight inside the bar, I lured them to the yard. And to my surprise, the Red Cult Pirates were no match for me. It was only natural that I had taken over Dominic's power.
'They're muscular, but they feel like cotton bats.' Thanks to Dominic, I was relieving my stress properly. I just hit them slightly, but they fell like dominoes. If I just put my hand on a thug's body,
Puck! Pak! Pabak!
...The sound effects that could be heard in a movie were real. 'Is it too strong? It's amazing!' I was even more excited and trampled on them. One of them tried a flying kick, and another broke his wrist. They had tried kicking. I grabbed his ankle with a flick. It seemed to be almost the speed at which ants crawl.
"Ugh!" I easily grabbed his foot and broke it, and I laughed wickedly. "Next, is there anyone?"
Of course not. Because I did it all in no time! Everyone groaned and slumped to the floor. The sprawling muscle thugs muttered in vain.
"What the hell..."
"How could such a talented person be here... Right?"
I raised the corner of my mouth and sneered. Dominic's power was certainly great. I was just waving my hand, but the men were just kneeling down!
"They're boring." I decided to "escort" them even more wickedly. Seeing the slightest twitching of the muscles in their arms, I began to swing my arms seriously and intimidate them.
"Hey, give me everything you have."
"Heavens... monster!"
Monster? I looked at them and frowned. You dare to call me a monster. That's nothing short of cheeky. I didn't kill them, I just hit them, so why are you doing this?
"Have you ever seen such a good monster?" I smiled as I took the gold coins they had put in my pocket without hesitation.
"Sorry, sorry...!" With this money, I could buy a wizard for three months! I smiled with satisfaction and pressed my foot against their hands on the floor. "The sound is low."
"I'm sorry. I understand!"
They were weak against the strong, and strong against the weak. By the way... I frowned. My eyes fell on the guy with a shaved head and a tattoo on his collarbone. One of the Red Cult Pirates was quietly protecting his pockets.
"Hey, you, I hear a jingling sound coming from your pocket." I think he hid the money. I glared hard at the man with his head shaved. The man hurriedly handed over the entire bag. I took the pouch and laughed, the corners of my mouth curving.
But then I heard a quiet whisper in my ear. "...S-Su, aren't you Susanno?"
"What kind of nonsense...?" It seemed that the road was still far away. I smiled gently and squeezed the muscles of the guy who called me Susanno! I caught him.
"What did you say, now?" Oh, it looked completely different, but it was caught in a blur. The real Dominic power is amazing!
"Ugh, no!"
"I'm sorry. This guy's mouth is a problem!"
I gently stepped on the fingers of one of them and said softly: With a sound, his face turned blue. "Don't even think about coming here in the future. Do you understand?"
But why? After beating them up, I got up and shook off my hands, and I heard a loud murmur in my ears. I looked around. 'What, did it get so crowded all of a sudden?'
"Oh, just in case, I brought people over..." Lily put her hands to her mouth and opened her eyes.
"Oh, is that so?" I pretended to shake my hands and laughed. With me and a gang of a few Red Cult Pirates in the center, there were quite a few people. I was about to slip back at their intense gaze.
"Amazing!"
"Are they all taken care of?"
"What..."
"It was 17 to 1! I saw it!"
What are you talking about? It was 8 to 1...? However, false rumors spread quickly. I suddenly saw their eyes in awe of me, and I felt very, very, very burdened. 'Is it a dream?' I closed my eyes once, opened them, and looked around again.
Among the merchants who looked shabby, I saw people wearing vests with the badge of the 'Alley Commercial Area Revival Association'. I rolled my eyes to the side and looked for the owner of the tavern, Ressa. She also opened her mouth with emotion.
"Since I was beaten, he showed up like a champion of justice and destroyed all those people." Ressa seemed to be in charge of quite a bit of responsibility in the merchants' association. The aftermath of her words was powerful.
"B-b-b-b-but, a young girl defeated the Red Cult Pirates!"
"Defeated!"
'What the hell is this atmosphere?' Dominic came to my side and spoke quietly.
"Mel."
"Dominic?"
Dominic, who stood beside me like a follower, wrapped a small blanket around my shoulders and muttered, "You had a hard time."
...? Yes? I had a hard time? In the first place, you gave me something like power, so you used that power to fan them, right? But after hearing Dominic's remarks, the people in the room seemed to begin to think that I was a great person.
"After all! She looks like a great magic user!"
"No, I'm not. I'm just a stationery store owner." No matter how you look at it, they don't seem to believe me at all.
I saw that one of them was particularly bothersome, and he was quickly approaching me. He stepped on the feet, legs, and hands of the men who claimed to be the Red Cult Pirates, and came in front of me. "Did you know that they were harassing our merchants, and suppressed them out of a sense of duty?"
I instinctively scanned him. Black glasses, and a card that made me feel uncomfortable. It was a typical hot-blooded reporter style. 'Maybe I can ask for a promotional article!'
"...No. It was all a mistake. I'm tired, my fists are tingling, and it's hard. It was really scary. But what...?"
"What?"
"Are you a reporter?"
"Oh, yes..." I looked at him with a capitalist smile on my face. Then it was a different story.
"Please just promote our stationery store." I quickly opened my mouth so as not to miss the opportunity.
"A stationery store?" The man asked curiously.
I opened my mouth to him. "It's like a general store. There's a new business in front of the academy. We will sell school supplies, ice drinks, beer candy, and more."
"A drink made of ice? The unit price must be incredibly high..."
I shook my head and smiled. "Are you curious?" I didn't forget my PR, and I clapped my hands to lighten the atmosphere. The reporter replied after clenching his press card in his hand.
"Yes..."
"Please give me a good article. I'll serve you later." I don't know if his article would be published in the newspaper or not, but where did he put his stamp on the reporter?
"Then everyone should go and take care of something." I grinned. When I thought of the money I had taken out of my pocket from the Red Cult Pirates, I felt like tap-dancing. Listening to the murmur of the people around me, I coolly shoved one of the men off the back and walked into the tavern.
"I'm done." No one will bother me anymore, right? I walked peacefully into the tavern.
"You said that before. He said it was a good project and wanted to do it together. But I think it's going to be difficult because of the repayment." Ressa rubbed the corners of her red eyes and stepped back from her face.
"...I was like that."
I listened to her awkward trembling voice and said cheerfully, "Now that we've taken care of the trouble, let's start developing items, shall we?"
The owner of the tavern, Ressa, turned her head again and looked at me. '...Are you crying?' I held out my hand to her, nodding her head with tears in her eyes. "I'll help you with anything. If I can do it."
She shook my hand.