180. Picketing
Every single soldier in the city was a strong force that could not be ignored. A professional soldier, not a conscript. They are veterans who have not only undergone arduous training, but also accumulated a lot of practical experience.
“Yup.”
As expected, this world is irrational.
Heavily armed and sturdy men with more than a dozen of them. And a slender girl in light clothes. The outcome of the fight was clear for anyone to see.
Of course the girl wins. Cream did not draw a sword, cast magic, or draw out faith. Even the sophisticated skills she had accumulated were unnecessary.
Because there was an overwhelming gap from basic physical abilities.
“I want to fight too…”
[Can you subdue them without killing them?]
“No!”
[Yes, it’s good to be confident.]
A soldier thrusts out a spear. Cream jumped lightly and landed on the window sill. In that state, she lightly spins and kicks. The soldier is staggered by the center of gravity that shifts in an instant.
Not letting go of the spear was rather poisonous. The force of the properly controlled kick hit the face of the soldier who was leaning forward.
Bagak!
Hmm, you must have adjusted your strength…? It sounded like something was broken, but it was probably an illusion. While one soldier collapsed, other soldiers weren’t playing much either.
The theater manager has already fled to another safe place. Shield-bearing soldiers led the way, and behind them came the sound of several crossbows squealing and aiming.
Initiated within. More than ten bolts are short, but they aim at the girl with their deadly teeth flashing.
“What, what!”
And then something happened. It happened so fast that an ordinary person would not even know what had happened. But it was visible to my eyes.
Even if it’s a volley, there’s definitely a time gap between the arrows. Even if it’s a very small gap that doesn’t even become a comma.
Cream successively repeated the act of catching the arrows flying sequentially, breaking them with both hands, and throwing them. After she lightly patted her hands.
As if it was a lie that they flew so fiercely a moment ago, only broken arrows rolled around on the floor.
“He uses witchcraft! Don’t be fooled!”
“That bastard, no, it’s a b*tch.”
[Cream! Oops, please Use kind words!]
My karma is really great… Aside from Cream’s inappropriate use of language, her soldiers did not seem to understand her situation because what she had done was so beyond comprehension.
He didn’t catch and break the arrows one by one with pure physical ability, but he seemed to think he had used some sort of magic. Although their morale was somewhat reduced, they did not lose their fighting spirit.
I’m about to run out of patience. Come to think of it, wouldn’t it matter if one or two died? The name “Hero” Is no joke, and that’s enough to cover up…
“Kuk!”
And by the time I finished thinking about it, Cream was slapping the last soldier in the back of the neck with his capital.
I wondered if it could be that because he was wearing a helmet, but the soldier stumbled with a metal ringing sound and soon lowered his head. There’s no point in being like that.
In an instant, the whole area was filled with the strewn bodies of undead soldiers. The face of the theater janitor, who had been safely ‘hidden’ behind the tightly locked bars, turned white.
The reason it’s in the past tense is because Cream immediately cut through the bars with his sword and pulled him out.
“What are you all about? The fact that a person of this level is belatedly trying to participate in a martial arts tournament is, of course…”
Originally, isn’t it the promised development that a martial arts competition would have new faces appear and bring existing strong players to their knees? While I was contemplating on saying something cool, the theater manager seriously continued.
“As expected, aiming for the ancestral tablet of the three gods…!”
[Yeah, because it’s fun… Huh?]
I didn’t know the details of the tournament because I had only heard rumors without knowing anything about it.
My intuition as an adventurer was telling me. I don’t know what it is, but it’s worth it – expensive stuff anyway!
[That’s correct, manager!]
I changed my words in the middle, and Choco, who stood behind me, made an absurd expression, but the theater manager didn’t even notice that change in the guy’s mind.
Above all, my voice has to be trustworthy. I can’t accept accusations that my voice is unnecessarily harsh and uncomfortable, but yes. I admit that it is definitely an ‘impressive’ voice in many ways.
The janitor’s face turned white from laughter that was eerie even to my ears. However, the manager, who is similarly fat as Sang Sangju but has completely different contents, soon made up his mind and put on a firm expression.
“Sorry, but… No matter how strong you guys are, you can’t do that! The ancestral tablet of the three gods is a ghost that opens the door to the top of the half god to the contributor. I can’t give it to anyone who doesn’t know who it is!”
[No, but are you going to put up that precious thing as a prize for a martial arts competition?]
“After all, isn’t strength the most important value in this world? Most of all, only those who participated in this tournament have proven their character and character.”
The fact that only certain participants are selected and accepted in the competition means that the results of the competition can also be manipulated as desired. It was a more pathetic tournament than I thought.
Well, it was strange that a nobleman of that caliber was barely offered as a prize in a martial arts competition in a rural town. Well, it must be said that the owner was decided from the beginning.
In such a situation, a variable called us, who do not know our identity and are unnecessarily strong, appeared out of nowhere, so it is only natural that the theater manager is wary of us like that.
[I don’t think any tournament will add new contestants during the semifinals.]
“Right. And if you go around beating everyone up like that, anyone will be wary!”
I simply ignored Holy Sword and Choco’s unreasonable comments. Anyway, the important thing is that we have to participate in that martial arts competition.
······No, wait. Come to think of it, there is no need to be so thirsty for martial arts competitions. It was entertainment no matter where it was, and if I went out, I would only quarrel with guys who were below the standard.
Instead, I have a plan that’s even more awesome.
[Well, yes. I understand. Of course you can.]
When I suddenly changed my demeanor and spoke softly, the caretaker looked even more anxious than before.
Now he has no ability to resist our violence. No matter how trained Ilshin was, his combat power was at the level of ordinary people, and all the soldiers who were dragged by the manager’s authority were beaten down.
After a while, the city guards and knights will appear, but well. There is no guarantee that his neck will be safe until then.
[It’s because those friends needlessly blocked the road. You don’t have any plans to make a fuss? I just want to ask you a few questions and a favor.]
So, if he didn’t know later, the options he could make now were limited. Eventually, the caretaker nodded helplessly.
*
In the end, the actual harvest was not so great compared to the fuss. It’s unfortunate in many ways, but it can’t be helped.
Cream revealed that he was a warrior without hesitation. In the Empire, it is said that the status of a hero is inferior compared to the Kingdom, but in the Empire, there is a church of three gods that worships three gods instead of the Great War.
City leaders cannot completely ignore cream. Even if it’s the authority of a warrior, her power is real. Wouldn’t it be difficult even with the size of the knights to arrest Cream?
So, if we promise not to make a mess and keep quiet, they will have to compromise to some extent. Of course, it would be unreasonable to ask him to participate in a martial arts competition.
If you say that you will just sit and watch, it will be difficult to say anything on the other side. Of course, all of this violence was only possible because there was power.
If you twist it, it will become stronger. Anyway, thanks to that, we are now able to sit in the front row of the finals of the martial arts tournament.
“Keuhehehe, it is worthwhile to win the duel to win this position.”
“hahahaha, this is my friend. If that’s the case, why don’t you go to the martial arts competition too?”
“Whoa, what a ridiculous story. No matter how much it is, people have to live according to their means.”
The seats around were already full. I laughed as I listened to the trivial conversations exchanged by the audience next to me.
In a different world where civilization is at the level of the Middle Ages, what entertainment is there? The arena was infested with the enthusiasm of those who expected blood, violence, pain and screams.
“Two warriors finally reached the finish line after defeating numerous competitors! Indeed, at the end of the sacred struggle, who will be the one who holds the ancestral tablet of the three gods!”
A man dressed as a clown, who appeared to be the host, came out and raised the atmosphere with a huge shout that could not be drowned out by shouts. The silver plaque in his hand caught my eye.
A ghost that opens the door to the upper half of the body. Well, it sounds grandiose, but offering it to a temple doesn’t mean you can truly become a demigod. It’s just a possibility.
The road to half-body is arduous and difficult. Basically, it is basic to have more than a few transcendental powers. After overcoming countless trials and tribulations given by the gods, and following devotion and sacrifice to the gods and believers, the gods finally bestow the pseudo-ascension to mortals.
Of course, we, who have a rough relationship with the gods, won’t aim for the demigod position, but…
[That’s Solium, right?]
If the value of the things on the scale is different, the mindset will also be different.
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