Munou To Yobareta Ore, Yottsu No Chikara Wo Eru

"... that you're an adventurer? Psst... this is why a race like you... just wants to be cheated on. Turn around."

"Ha! That's not true. I just stopped looking at it... it's so ugly."

A moment of silence.

Shortly afterwards, everyone on the spot felt it, apart from the irritation to the skin caused by the freezing air.

Exactly what turned this place into a battlefield.

"... Whatever you say to scum is useless. You're already too late to regret it, aren't you? That I gave myself up to a crappy sense of justice. What happens if an adventurous affair without any grip defies this me, the Knight Commander of the noble Rare... know death for the price"

Momentarily, those around them had to understand whether or not to respond to the enormous amount of magic that had overflowed from the Villio.

The... overwhelming difference in power.

"Ko...... dunno...!

"Until just now... I don't mean it at all..."

"Or it won't win... it's a bakemon...!

"Ti, Tia......"

"... yeah. That guy...... annoying but pretty strong. Sounds like Rare's Knights Commander isn't Dade. But..."

To be honest, Tia felt that way when Villio was such a formidable enemy that she didn't know if she could win.

But at the same time, she had some certainty.

The man who stands with his back to this one.

I know I'm strong.

I just didn't know everything yet.

I feel it from within him like that...... too powerful a power.

That was the SSS Rank Adventurer she once met, comparable to that Zuid--

"Cook Cook...... what's up? Being too frightened to even tremble..."

"I have no insistence whatsoever... did you say that?

"No..."

The magic that Villio unleashed was that of the mighty without any deception.

That's as powerful as SS rank when it comes to adventurers.

But the man in front of me has no sign of moving at all.

The magic flowing from the man is no less sublime than itself.

Therefore, Villio was feeling a strong frustration.

"... then what"

"Then let's ask. Is that really you?

"I don't know what to say... I have enough questions to ask. You wouldn't understand that being an adventurer and all that crap, but it's our soldiers who really support the country. The kingdom was formed when we existed, and the dwarfs, who cannot fight on their own because we exist, normally breathe air. Indeed, in the great brackets of the world, we would be nothing but pawns in the game in question. But I can't even name that game because of the trash scum that's rolling there and the adventurers like you."

"Is that what you're saying? I see... but hey, shit."

"... what?

"The endless drilling that is repeated every day...... to train the body, pursue magic, hone its mind, and without drowning in private lust, to pledge allegiance to my believing master, The Tartar, and to fight with him to protect the people to love...... I think that is the hold that should be had as a soldier. Of course he won't. But... because we have ourselves, will the country be formed? We can breathe air because of ourselves? You can't even name the game, can you? That's nothing but pride, you idiot."

"Dirty adventurer flair... don't be so clever as to know the knighthood leader of a country! Honestly, if it's one of my apologies, I'll give you a break for half-killing... you made your own decision! It's your last day!

Immediately afterwards, the magic of Villio fills the surroundings of the man.

His magic is "rupture magic".

It is a force capable of manipulating the air within a range centered around him and producing shockwaves freely.

"Come on...... you dance and die too!

So, louder than any bursting sound that rang today, it slapped the man's body hard over and over again.

The cloak that was wrapped up by the shock was bounced off, shaking left and right as the man's body raised a blood splash.

"Oh, uncle......!

"Uhahahahaha! That's right! Dance... dance?

That's when Villio realized.

The man is definitely rocking.

But it's not shaking with its own magic, it's simply... walking this way.

"Heh... ahh!?

And I realize even more.

The hood fell off and the dewy man's face... he said he knew.

"Ki, Ki, Ki, are you...!

"That's light... the magic of a bastard with no clue"

"Ki, are you... Nieberg's Oops!?

A fist of instantly swept through his body pierces Villio's abdomen.

"but... oh... why not... you...?

"Hmm? What the hell... you knew about me? Well, suppose you're Rare's Knight Commander. You said you saw it at the Olympus meeting... then you had no choice."

Moments, magic overflows from a man.

It far surpasses Villio's...

"Ahhh... ahhh!?

"The first thing they don't know about me being here right now is..."

"Ko, this... what... bakemo...!

"That's why..."

The magic swells further, and it gathers into the fist.

That's how the man shook up his fist.

"Ha!? Ma, wait... stop...!

"Until I lost my memory...... I just have to punch you!?

"No, no, no, no, no, no!

"Wow!!

"Abahu!?

A fist pierced again bends Villio's body to the letter that cries.

Lifting Villio as he was, the man put his mouth close to his ear.

"Just remember this."

"Oh... whoa...?

"A country is a people. People are treasures. Don't forget that, okay? Then... hey hey hey!!

"Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah!?

A series of attacks that continue without falling to the ground squeezes relentless fluids and screams out of Villio's body.

"Whoa!

Eventually, when it had subsided, a stout blow was struck in the face of Villio, who had lost his prototype, and he was beaten to a snow-covered earth after rising high.

"" "Vi, Dear Villio!

The voices of the soldiers watching behind him sounded, but Villio wouldn't even move with Pickle as he buried his face in the snow.

"Oh, no..."

"Master Villio... it can't be...!

"Well..."

"" "Hih...!

The man turns his gaze to the soldiers as he wipes his bloodstained fists.

While continuing to unleash tremendous magic.

"Who among them... knows me?

The soldiers shake their heads silently beside each other.

That's all I could do anymore.

"F... just down to the bottom. Don't they know your face? All right, then remember. My name is Berg. Just an adventurer."

When the man said so, he grabbed and lifted Villio's root, which was completely out of his mind.

"So, I got a little upset with them... and now I'm going to get in the rare and I'm going to have a rampage. Let's just get back to the country and let them know... take this idiot!

"" "Hih!!

Villio dances the universe again and is beaten to the soldiers.

One soldier after another calls to him, but he still doesn't move at all.

"Or... you want to do it with me here now?

"Hih...!

"Oh, hey! Hurry up to your home country......!

"Ki, you! Like be, be, be, berg!? You're gonna regret this... turning Rare against your enemies!

"Ah? I knew all of them now..."

"Hih!? escape quickly......!

"Bring Master Villio. Ooh!

"Then bring the carriage!

Rare soldiers followed the town to flee while the residents of Frost were raging.