Ch.79Blood-Soaked City. Fernheim (6)

Ta-da-da-dat!

Raiden and I displayed blind hostility toward each other without either of us needing to make the first move.

Raiden was deeply ashamed that he had died without landing even a single punch on me last time, and I, having experienced killing him before, was determined to kill him first.

“Hup!”

As I approached, Raiden spread his legs to take a stance, clenched his fists, and prepared for my attack. I realized my sword was too short to reach him.

However, sometimes you have to swing your sword even when you know it won’t connect.

I had a plan, after all.

In this battle, Simon doesn’t cast spells.

While fatigue recovers, the number of spells used doesn’t recharge because the powers of different gods cannot infringe upon each other’s domains.

The Colosseum’s blessing is Karyl’s power, but increasing the number of spells is Logos’s power.

Whoosh!

My greatsword swung wide, missing his nose bridge by just 20cm.

One more step would have connected the attack, and Raiden grinned as he tried to grab my blade to block my attack.

And I let him do exactly what he wanted.

Swoosh!

“???”

As I willingly let him take my sword, I could see through his eyes that Raiden’s brain momentarily froze.

Why?

He uses a greatsword, so why did he just give it to me? Is there some magical spell on it?

“Hehehehe.”

Of course, there was no magical spell or anything like that.

I simply had dual daggers in addition to my greatsword.

Wham!

I pounced on him, knocked him to the ground, took a mounting position, and summoned two daggers in my hands, gripping them tightly.

“Hiiieek…!”

He turned pale at the sight, and behind him, I could see an archer and a mage shooting arrows at me to save him.

“Parcifal’s Secret Technique…”

I deflected the archer’s arrows with my armor as I raised my daggers high.

“Frenzied Stabbing!”

Pa-ba-ba-ba-bak!

“Grrrrrk!!!”

As I mercilessly slashed at his heart and arteries, he was forced to taste death once again in just a few minutes.

He was wearing casual clothes, probably because his chain mail had been badly torn in the last battle and was being repaired. Thanks to that, I could quickly end his meaningless resistance.

As I got up, Raisha was fiercely approaching the archer while swinging her halberd with powerful swooshes. The enemy mage seemed less skilled than Simon, reciting incantations to fight back, but when Simon waved his staff with a gesture, the mage’s staff broke and he crawled pathetically on the ground.

“Aaaagh!! Stay away!”

“Kiyoooot!”

I briefly gazed with satisfaction at the curves of my woman’s chest and hips as they bounced, then turned my head toward Simon.

He was using his staff like a club, beating the enemy mage in a rapid rhythm… it looked quite painful.

“Block it?! Block it?! Aren’t your hands for blocking?!”

“Gueeek!”

After about three minutes, we completely annihilated the enemy party with an overwhelming difference.

“Grrrr….”

The enemy ranger, who couldn’t even fire a few arrows before getting his throat slashed by the halberd, made a gurgling sound and perished…

“…”

The mage who was being beaten just continued to be beaten until he died.

“Winners! Iron Walker Party!”

When the announcer shouted this, the audience who had been watching with bated breath showered us with jeers instead of cheers.

“Boooo!!! That was boring! Boooo!!!”

“We came to see a real fight with hits and blows, what was this?!”

“Give me back my ticket money!!!”

The jeers came because we were too strong and didn’t shed any blood, but I wasn’t particularly bothered.

I didn’t foolishly provoke the audience; instead, I showed them how I fondled Raisha’s cheeks, breasts, and buttocks as she threw herself into my arms.

Hehe, boobies.

“Gyaaah!!! What is Karyl doing?!! Why aren’t they being torn apart?!!”

“Is this a life-or-death match or a joke?!?!?!”

Even louder jeers poured down, but I kissed Raisha and then leisurely exited, with Simon watching us with a pleased expression.

*

“The next match will begin in one hour. Here. I’ve brought some light refreshments for you to enjoy.”

“Thank you.”

When we arrived at the waiting room, the staff informed us that the quarterfinals would begin in an hour.

At the same time, several people brought in carts with large plates, which we could see was a simple buffet.

“Hmm… sandwiches, noodles… sweet drinks.”

I put a couple of noodles in a bowl, poured just enough broth, sprinkled some seaweed flakes, and added smoked salmon as a side dish. To cleanse my palate, I picked up a bottle of what was clearly high-end brandy.

Raisha didn’t seem to like the jam-spread sandwiches, so she cut some separate bread, spread butter on it, and made her own sandwich by adding a few slices of salami and salad.

“Hoho. Young people certainly have good appetites.”

Instead of answering, I shook the brandy bottle and took a swig, feeling the strong carbonation and heavy aroma sting my nose.

“Hmm. This is apple brandy.”

You might think orphans like me wouldn’t have opportunities to encounter alcohol, but I often came across spirits at Parcifal’s distillery.

Of course, it wasn’t out of kindness; some madman would occasionally mix poison for sabotage, so they employed orphans like me to taste it first to detect such attempts.

I could only taste about half a glass worth, but I knew what kinds of spirits there were and what they tasted like from sampling and hearing about them.

“Apple brandy? Well now… that’s truly a precious drink.”

Hearing my muttering, Simon hurriedly brought over the bottle and began pouring it into a glass, then grabbed a few pieces of fatty meat as a snack and started munching.

Normally, brandy is made by distilling wine, which naturally made it more expensive due to the cost of the wine itself, and it was literally a drink that people of my poor class couldn’t easily consume without risking their lives.

Meanwhile, this apple brandy, made by distilling cider, was even more expensive. While the process was similar, it was rarer because it was made from cider, which was already in limited production.

“Raisha. Come here.”

“?”

Gulp!

I called Raisha, and she swallowed her sandwich and came to me.

I took a big swig of brandy from the bottle and kissed her, and Raisha, with wide eyes, accepted and drank the brandy I “gave” her.

“How is it?”

“Um… it’s… d-delicious.”

“I’m glad.”

Raisha, with a reddened face, went back to munching on her sandwich, and Simon smiled faintly at the sight.

“Heh heh. Good times, indeed.”

I slurped up my noodles while checking the clock, and only ten minutes had passed of our one-hour break.

…Sluuurp.

“Ooh…”

“What?”

“I’ve never seen someone eat noodles so quietly before.”

“Indeed. Even I can’t eat that quietly.”

“Ah…”

At their questions, I recalled how I came to eat noodles so quietly.

I think I was about 10 years old. After finishing hard work, I was hurriedly stuffing noodles from a street vendor into my mouth when a drunk kicked me, saying “the slurping sound of that brat is too noisy.”

Since that day, I developed the habit of eating quietly, and it has continued until now.

Oh, by the way, I tracked down the man who kicked me for three days and nights until I found his house. Before he returned home, I started by pulling out his wife’s fingernails, then toenails, eardrums, eyes, nose, and teeth before killing her. I took a hammer I found in his house and crushed his son’s limbs before finally smashing his skull.

Then I wondered how to kill his young daughter who was crying her throat raw, when I noticed a blazing bonfire and decided to burn her to death in it.

After that, I was a bit tired, so I filled my throat and stomach with what was in the house and waited until the head of the household returned. When he finally arrived, I hid in the master bedroom to see how he would react.

Naturally, he collapsed and wailed, and I approached him with the hammer.

I began turning him into a piece of meat, and when my small revenge was complete, I stole the money and food from the house, set it on fire, and returned to the street where I lived.

Surely Karyl would have been pleased with my revenge.

For Karyl is the one who blesses righteous revenge and murder.

“Well, I once got scolded for making noise while eating noodles.”

“Ah, I see.”

“You often hear such complaints when you eat noisily around other people.”

After I said that, they lost interest, and I sat Raisha on my lap and fondled her thighs and breasts while waiting for time to pass.

Finally, when about ten minutes remained in our break time, the staff approached to inform us that we would soon need to return to the arena.