It’s Not That I Like Using a Blunt Weapon!

Everyone who lives in Tiaret knows where the Saltrak Mansion is.

The western part of the city is lined with luxury homes. The biggest of these mansions... it is no longer an exaggeration to say that the castle is the root castle of Bazel Saltrak, who is whispered to the school president as the ruler of the shadow of the gladiator Tiaret.

Is it bad to say, Negijo?

No, it fits. Bazel Saltrak is a demon king to me. Because he is the enemy of the Untouchable.

When they brought Mira to the front of the Mansion, the gatekeepers put their spears up and threatened her.

"Stop. What do you want with this mansion?"

"This is Hannah Falset and Mira Carlite from Eggtart. I want to talk to the president."

"Egg tart...? Yeah, reputation as a cult shop. There's no way we're going to let those filthy people through."

The gatekeepers look at each other in contempt. Not just to me, but to Mira.

I get angry, but even if I punch you here, you won't be able to see the person you care about. Shall I be calm?

"Well, how about this?

I take a letter out of my pocket. The old doorman, who received it with a strange face, looks blue at the emblem pressed by the red wax.

"This is the meditator's...! Why are you doing this?

"Medic's aunt is Mira's client."

A luxurious meditation that has supported the Tiaret since ancient times.

Now we don't have that much power, but even the Saltraks can't ignore it.

And Rob Medici's wife, who tied up the meditation, was the one who complained that her skin had become rough.

Of course, my skin is smooth now. I'm completely captive of Mira-san's beauty essence!

But that aunt really wasn't in trouble with the money...

The doorman opens the letter. There's a glitter about how egg tart is a great shop and how stupid it is to make that bad reputation.

I had the contents read in advance, but when I complained, it was a sublime product. It is troublesome to turn against enemies, but thousands of manpower if you are an ally.

"Come on, take this letter and ask for your judgment!

"Ha, yes!

The ordered younger gatekeeper rushes to the Mansion. The effect of the letter was enormous, and after a while we were led to the mansion's concourse.

"Something's too awesome..."

Mira is rubbing her stomach with pain. It's hard to understand because it's faceless, but it looks like you're nervous.

Well... the ceiling is high, the carpet is soft, the portraits are decorated everywhere, and it feels like a rich house. It's impossible to be overwhelmed.

If I hadn't been paralyzed by anger, I might have been drunk in the atmosphere.

After a while, the door between the contacts opened. It was Cecil who showed up. And in the back stands Bazel Saltrak.

The chairman stares intimidately at me as he sits in the chair.

"You, flea."

This is the aperture. I can't do it.

"Yeah, it's me. It's an honor to be remembered."

"I can't forget it. I can't even kill your bug. Your unusual sword judging."

"Isn't that right? That's why you were banished from school. I suppose we kept the school tradition of passing 100 percent."

I took out the Adventurer's credentials to show off.

"But isn't that strange? I passed."

"Hmm, that's the proof you sold your soul to the evil gods, right?

Cecil, who stands behind the chairman, tells him to throw up.

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have passed."

The next thing you took from Roselia, you sold your soul to the evil gods? This woman is really...

"President. Are you in a position of responsibility and yet you take your daughter's word for it? If that's the case, I'm interested."

"Ha, you think I'm being told to do this? That would be a huge mistake. I'm the only one who's trying to crush your shop. Cecil is just helping me."

"Oh, is helping a cowardly way of telling a story about a store?

"I'm just telling everyone the truth. What's so cowardly about that?"

"I see. Personal assumptions change when you get there. I didn't know."

"What!?

"--Cecil"

From the president's throat, a tremendous bass is sounded. As a result, she has completely atrophied.

No, she's not the only one. I also felt my back bumps upside down.

Mira hasn't spoken a word since the president appeared.

Now that the blunt force level has risen, we can see it.

Fighter King Basel. This person is strong after all. That's just what they call Rainey.

"Anyone who sees fleas in a blanket will be sun-dried. Same thing. Tiaret is a city of adventurers, my garden of gladiators. There's no way a cult could be allowed to open a shop there."

"Well, I do use a blunt instrument, but I'm not a cult or anything."

"Then how do I explain your blunt instrument level? The Alliance has told me that unlikely numbers have appeared in the Skill Tree."

……

What the presidents are saying is utterly untrue.

But there's no way to prove it.

Few people have ever been brought to justice on suspicion of cults.

And they were asked to prove to themselves that they were 'not evil' and were convicted for not being able to do so.

If I were to face a cult impeachment trial, I would be guilty and incarcerated for the rest of my life.