Chapter 626
Chapter 626
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 626
Chapter Title: I Won't Forgive You
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"Ahhh, you fucking bitch!!!!!!!"
A savage scream from Lady Isvant echoed across the plains where the Death Worm lay dead.
"Please, someone save this lady!!!!!! I'm going insane!!!!!!!! That fucking idiot bitch blew up my clothes!!!!!!!"
I'd usually wait until their conversation wrapped up before chiming in politely, but I couldn't bear to watch Lady Isvant suffer from rage any longer.
I couldn't let my comrade die of a fit of apoplexy!
"Milady!!!! Calm down!!!!"
I rushed to her side, dropped to my knees, and shouted!
"There's no need to get angry over trash like them!!!! This is my insult! It's my business, so I'll handle it myself! I won't trouble you with it!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Barbarian Warrior...!!!!"
The lady stared into my face and responded.
"Understood!!! It seems I let my anger get the better of me!!! Since this stems from the insult to you, the Barbarian Warrior, it makes sense for you to settle it personally!!!! Your refusal to tolerate insults to yourself or your wife is truly heroic!!!!! I trust you'll teach those idiots a lesson!!!!!"
Thankfully, it wasn't rude of me, and she responded positively.
"Gladly!!!!"
I sprang to my feet with an enthusiastic reply.
Daring to piss off my comrade, Lady Isvant—the crime was grave. The lady had stepped aside, leaving me face-to-face with Haylen's eldest daughter.
"You dare lay a hand on George's face...!"
This fucker had just drawn his sword like he was out for my life. I'd smack him down the moment he tried.
Just rile him up a bit first.
"Heh heh heh, Lady Haylen. Why can't you get your head straight?"
I smirked and spouted whatever came to mind.
"That shitshow was your little brother's doing—why're you the one throwing a fit, huh? Be a good girl, kneel, and apologize while the offer's still good? We can settle this nicely. No amount of bitching's gonna fix George's busted mug. Or his teeth. But an apology might. Trust me."
"What bullshit!!!!!!!"
"I'm a dog!!! So I bark bullshit!!!"
"Wha—what...!"
—Flash!
She leaped back, aimed her sword at me, and yelled.
"Enough of your barking! Duel me, you lowly savage!!!!!!"
"A—a duel!!! I'm so shocked I can barely speak—ahhh!!!!!"
—Whoosh!
As I spun dramatically in mock surprise, she yanked off her glove and hurled it at me. A challenge ritual, huh?
This dumb bitch actually follows through on her nonsense.
"A duel? Un-fucking-believable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I screamed, scooped it up, and stuffed it in my pocket.
Looks expensive—better keep it.
Perfect for emptying the trash bin at home. Clearing my throat, I straightened up.
"Ahem, sis. You really gonna duel me? Didn't you see me wreck your bro and his guards?"
"I know you've got skills to match your arrogance and rudeness!!!!! But don't dream of beating Haylen Baron's eldest daughter—!!!!!!"
This bitch's confidence...?
Is she actually that strong?
Did I misjudge?
Maybe, like Karin said way back, she awakened mana for power but lost her marbles as a side effect.
If so, I'd have to fight for my life.
"I'll serve as witness to the duel!!! Lady Haylen! We don't see eye to eye, so I'll sit this out—do you agree to settle it with the man himself?!?!?!"
"Lady Isvant...! Fine, for now! But I'll hold you accountable for insulting me later! Don't forget!"
"Do whatever the fuck you want!!!"
"F—fuck?!"
"Duel already, you fucking bitch!!! Quit yapping!!! If you're so confident, just fight!!! Stop stalling!!!!"
"Th—this...!!!"
Duels must carry weight in noble society, since the lady stepped up as witness herself.
But damn, our lady's got a mouth on her... Must be from fighting monsters alongside grunts on the front lines.
"Set the terms already, Lady Haylen!! Do I have to spell out the basics myself?!?!?!?!"
"Grr...! Such humiliation...! If I win, I execute this savage legally, and you take responsibility for insulting me!!! You won't back out now!!"
"Not backing out, so relax! Barbarian Warrior!!"
The baton passed to me.
"Just clearing my name is enough!!! If I win, you apologize formally!! Of course! The Haylen siblings will apologize to Lady Isvant too!"
"Understood! Lady Haylen! Agreed?!"
"Agreed!"
Thus, the duel formalities concluded.
I wasn't sure on the details, but winner takes their demands. Plenty of witnesses, lady as official witness—backing out would be massive dishonor.
But do these idiots even grasp dishonor?
—Shing.
I drew my Life-Sparing Sword, the blade that saves or slays depending on the moment, and assumed position.
How would this play out?
—Help me out, Bugal...!
I called to Bugal in my mind.
From the darkness within, Bugal grinned cheekily and thumbs-upped like a kindly rancher uncle. Save her? Or kill?
Either way, right now.
Fate is Determined.
"Heh heh heh, Lady Haylen. What happens if I win?"
I couldn't be 100% sure of her skill, but charging in so cocky meant she had an ace or total confidence.
No slacking—fight smart.
"Shut up!!!! You walking corpse!!!!"
Duel on.
—Swoosh!
Haylen's eldest daughter roared and charged, her dainty jeweled sword aimed at me.
—Snort.
But a twisted smirk crept onto her lips.
Confident in her skills, huh!
As I braced—
—Crackle-zzt!!!
A blue glow flashed from the gem in her sword, enveloping the blade in azure sword aura.
Sword aura?!
"Sword aura!!!"
She's that good?!
No—fuck, the gem's glowing?
The charging bitch's sword gem still blazed brilliantly... That fucker's a magic sword!
"Die, savage!!!!! Witness noble pride!!!!!!"
Her twisted grin turned to a victory shout.
"You psycho bitch!!!!"
That's what she was banking on—a magic sword!!!! Fucking lunatic! —Grip. I tightened on my Life-Sparing Sword.
—Haylen's eldest daughter moved insanely fast.
Her form was solid too. I'd dismissed that toy sword at first, but up close, she wielded mana like a pro—clearly well-trained.
A skilled swordswoman with a magic sword?
Fuck!!!
"To me, a duel is murder, you bitch!!!!!"
Rage exploded.
—Crackle-zzt!!!
I cloaked my blade in sword aura too—not some magic sword gimmick, but pure power!
—Flinch!
Her eyes widened mid-charge. See? Even rushing, I read her moves. Decent swordplay, but...
Not enough to touch me!
—Clang!
I parried her thrusting magic sword with my Life-Sparing blade and unleashed force.
—Shatter!!!
Her precious magic sword exploded into shards. Fake aura can't beat the real deal.
"Huh?"
Shock crossed her face. Losing her weapon point-blank? No wonder.
"Magic swords are for playing house with your mommy, bitch."
Mana-enhanced body, proper training, magic sword—still...
"Thinks this mongrel can beat me."
—Smack!
I dropped my sword and backhanded her cheek.
"Kyak?!"
—Spurt!
Blood sprayed from lip and cheek as her body bent 90 degrees. No mercy.
"Heavenly Demon Divine Skill."
I drove my other fist deep into her gut.
"Heavenly Demon Belly Buster."
—Thud!
"Urk...!!"
Perfect impact—saliva spewed. Mana-tough body gave great feedback. But seriously, dueling like a hobby without armor?
Pisses me off, fuck!!!!!!!
"You worthless cunt!!!!!"
—Thump!
Elbow to her shrimp-curled back—another choked scream.
"Guhk!!"
I pummeled her relentlessly.
—Thud!
—Smack!
—Thump!
"Kuh... kuak! Wh—why...? S—sword aura...?"
Haylen's eldest daughter, bruised blue like an Avatar Na'vi, stared up in confused agony.
"Oh, sword aura?"
"..."
Mentioning it meant she was shocked.
Rare skill, after all.
Makes sense.
"I can use sword aura. But didn't you see? I took down that Death Worm."
"What...?"
"So why ignore people and start shit, fuck?"
—Crack!
"Quok!"
Final jaw smack—she knelt with a grotesque yelp.
Duel over. I won. Foolish Haylen bitch overtrusted her skills and sword.
Understandable.
Her skill was above par. Magic sword probably seemed like a sure win. Hence the execution talk.
"Heh heh heh, so from now on, listen to peop—"
"—Sis!!!! You—fucker!!! Touching my sis too!!!!!"
Victory speech cut short—familiar George charged from the side, sword raised.
Crazy bastard!
"I'll kill you, barbarian—!!!!!!!"
"Surisuri masuri!"
Quick incantation, twist—dodged his thrust and slammed Heavenly Demon Sky Shatter Palm into his gut.
"Heavenly Demon Sky Shatter Palm!"
—Boom!
"Gwahk!"
George shrimp-folded and crashed. Banzai-attack level stupidity. Heirs like these? Baron's house doomed soon.
"You dare interrupt a sacred duel!"
Time to pay.
—Thud!
"Aaaagh!!!"
I stomped the fallen siblings wildly. —Thud! Each hit drew screams from the helpless pair.
"Kicking with feet, soccer!!!"
—Boom!
"Kyak...! S—stop...!"
"Kicking with feet, soccer!!!"
"Kuak!!!!!"
Duel ain't done. I blocked their crawling escape with kicks to heads and torsos.
"No one escapes a sacred duel!!! Even in death!!!"
"Aaaagh!!!!"
"Kyaaaaagh!!!!!!!"
"Kicking with feet, soccer!!!"
—Boom!!
"The duel victor is!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Barbarian Waaarrior!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Satisfied with the pummeling, the lady declared my win. First noble duel victory! Overwhelmingly!!!!!
"Birth of the Park Guardian is heeeere!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I roared to the heavens.
Post-roar, I squatted by the sprawled Haylen siblings' heads.
"Ughhh..."
"Kuhhh..."
Battered beyond recognition, they trembled, leaking blood and tears. Mana users—tough bodies.
Truth is, killing them in a "duel" would cause issues.
They're heirs to a powerful barony—could only beat 'em senseless.
"Ah, fuck!!!!!!! Gotta hit more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Still pissed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kim Katt beats more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"You fuckeeeeers!!!!!!! You're all ballsacks!!!! Huh!!!!!!!!"
Unable to contain rage, I slapped George's cheek and yelled.
"B—ballsacks...?"
Delirious, he spat it out.
"Siblings swinging like twin fuckballs, that's why, you ball-sucking fuckers!!!!"
"Kkh... krrhk...!"
I yanked his ear and bellowed into it.
"Swingiiiing ballsacks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Aaaaagh!!!!!!"