"Fire magic? Zafrom, I am—"
Zafrom cast his fire spell on Cement.
"Bastard, when did you get that power?"
For a moment, the fire magic didn't affect Cement. However, as he moved toward Zafrom, black emblems began to spread across his body.
"After the first battle at the Meeting of the Horns, the master you rejected granted me this power."
Zafrom declared this with great pride.
"Father, are you alright?"
Brick supported his father.
"I'm fine, don't worrrrry. Zafrom, fix this right now."
Cement placed his hands on his chest.
"Kaela, is that…?"
Lyra, don't scream in my ear.
"That's strange."
Zafrom reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper.
"Don't change your mind now, Zafrom. You learned that magic from that perverted god. Since we're going to duel like this, I have a surprise for you."
Cement cut his hand with his sword, letting the blood spread across the blade.
"Now I understand."
What did he understand just from reading that paper?
"Zafrom, do you realize this is the end for you?"
Cement's sword absorbed all the blood and turned pitch black, releasing a massive wave of vacuum.
"The magic I cast on you didn't produce the correct effect."
Everyone looked at each other, confused—we all clearly saw the spell work.
"Kaela, I can't take giving massages anymore."
"Seraphine, you haven't massaged anyone yet."
"Well… I…"
"No excuses. Everyone here is working. Don't you agree, guys?"
"..."
I think they're the ones who are going to kill me.
Clash!
"As always, you're useless, Zafrom. You were never good with magic."
Zafrom blocked Cement's strike with his sword. The impact was so strong that everyone's ears rang.
Small stones began to levitate, and the ground around them cracked.
Crash!
"Looks like your sword is about to break."
Zafrom's sword was on the verge of shattering.
"Kaela, I want to fight too."
"Lyra, how many have you massaged?"
Wait… did Lyra already finish?
"Lyra, you finished fast. How did you do it?"
I still have four left. Lyra had eleven. Even with my experience, I'm not that fast.
"I asked Donke to massage them."
"Next, please…"
Calm down, Kaela. Breathe.
POFT
"Panquere, idiot, why did you accept Lyra's request?"
"Ow, Kaela, that hurt!"
A huge bump formed on Donke's head.
"I didn't even hit you that hard, Donke."
We're almost done with this torture.
CRACK
Zafrom's sword shattered.
"Dismantling Sword — Thousand Piece Cut."
A flurry of strikes tore through Zafrom, leaving deep wounds all over his body.
"What did you think of my new technique?"
"Not bad."
Are they… complimenting each other?
Even completely mutilated, Zafrom remained unshaken.
"Cement, you've improved a lot since our last fight."
Zafrom brushed the dust off his body.
"That wasn't a fight. You cheated."
"Ha ha ha. Ready for round two?"
Zafrom cracked his knuckles.
"I was waiting for you to say that. My son, hold my sword."
Cement jumped a few times to warm up.
What are they planning?
"Brick, go get your mother and bring her here."
Brick's mother is…
"Dorian, let go of my mother."
"I'm almost done, Brick."
The ogres and the Men's Tribe changed their expressions when they saw Dorian giving a massage to Brick's mother.
"I'm going to smash that guy's face in."
"The nerve of him, doing that to our leader."
I need to stop this before things get worse.
"Dorian, you were supposed to be massaging the ogres and the others."
He's been massaging Brick's mother this whole time.
"Kaela, have you ever heard the word priorities?"
If Dorian ever does that to me, I'll castrate him.
"Hand her over to Brick. Now."
Zafrom and Cement are behind me—I can feel their aura.
"Just a little more. Brick's mother asked me to massage her hips."
"Dorian, she's a mannequin. How did she ask? Give her to me now."
I pulled the mannequin so hard that the head came off again.
"No…"
Dorian screamed.
"It was an accident. I didn't mean to do that."
Damn it. Now they're going to kill me.
"Mom, are you okay?"
Brick placed the head back onto his mother's body.
"Here, Father. What are you going to do with her?"
"My son, close your eyes."
Brick obeyed.
"Alright, Father."
Oof!
"Aaah!"
Cement punched his son in the stomach.
"Sorry, my son, but children under eighteen can't see what's about to happen."
Brick fainted.
1, 2, 3, 4…
Kaela, what comes after four?
"Why do you want to know that, Lyra?"
"To figure out how old I am."
All my friends started counting their ages.
"After four comes five."
"I'm fifteen. I thought I was twenty."
Lyra punched the ground.
"Ah, I'm fifteen too."
Seraphine tried to do the same—
"I think I broke my finger."
Idiot. That's what happens when you copy Lyra.
"I'm seventeen. I think I'm safe. What about you, Donke, how old are you?"
"I have this."
Donke stood up and showed his hoof to Dorian.
"Donke, you're one year old? Go lie in hell."
I didn't know Donke only had one toe.
"Kaela, why are you so calm?"
Huh?
"Shouldn't I be?"
Why are they all panicking?
Hm…
Damn it. I'm a kid too.
I don't want to get punched in the stomach.
I'll lie about my age.