Chapter 115
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 115
Chapter Title: The Porter's Stand
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Rebecca's eyes widened as she saw the intruder.
"Let's make a deal. I'll save every last one of you."
A cold chill laced Leon's voice.
"The spoils from that bastard go to me."
The one who said it was none other than the porter.
Leon.
From the start, Leon hadn't stepped forward while Sullivan was throwing his tantrum for a reason.
Even if Albion's request was ultimately meaningless and could be brushed off, Leon needed to check a few variables from his position.
Charging headlong into battle against a strong opponent was foolish.
That's why Leon had methodically confirmed first whether the enemy had any additional tricks up his sleeve.
And he was certain.
This guy's gotta die right here.
Moreover, now that it was clear for some reason that the bastard possessed the ring Luna had been searching for—Fate Road—there was no doubt he needed to be killed here, no matter the reason.
"Hey, porter! What the hell are you doing?! Are you insane?! Get back now!!"
The first to react was Repel, the young mercenary who was called a promising talent and an elf.
Since he'd shown displeasure when Leon urged retreat at their first meeting, it was true he'd been looking down on Leon quite a bit.
On the surface, they looked about the same age.
Most knew he was still too young to fight properly.
Whether he was a genius or a dullard didn't matter.
A genius had potential, not completion.
The opponent was a disaster beyond even Sword Masters' control, commanding monsters.
Of course, it made no sense for a mere porter like Leon to step up.
Naturally, there wasn't even the leisure to question how he'd blocked the brain spear or slipped past the mercenaries' senses to appear there.
"You..."
Regaining his senses, Albion blankly looked down at his own body before gazing up at Leon.
Meanwhile, Leon hadn't taken his eyes off one person from start to finish.
"So, what's it gonna be?"
Leon quietly asked again.
He'd clearly been an ordinary porter—no, a slightly exceptional one given his strength—but the atmosphere now was worlds apart from their first meeting.
It was so restrained and cold it barely seemed like the same person.
"For now, it's dangerous, so fall b..."
BOOM!!!
At the same time, the stone golem knight's massive sword swung mercilessly toward Leon.
Albion belatedly tried to intervene, but an unexpected strong force pinned his shoulder down.
"Patients stay put."
It was the girl who had come with Leon, cloaked in a robe.
Whoosh!!
A massive gust arose, blowing off her robe's hood.
Revealed were long pink locks of hair and a beauty so stunning it left the mind blank.
The force pinning his shoulder had no real weight, yet he couldn't move as if fixed in place.
He, a Sword Master, immobilized by this tiny girl's strength?
In the incomprehensible situation, his gaze turned toward Leon, who was under attack—not by Luna, but by the stone golem knight.
And his eyes widened.
The golem knight's sturdy weapon was utterly shattered into pieces for some reason, and a massive hole gaped in its body.
No one had seen the attack...
"Last chance. Will you hand it over? If you refuse, we'll step back and that's that."
Though he said it casually, Albion instinctively sensed something.
This kid's got something.
"If you can save us all, anything."
"Good. Luna, send the customer on his way."
At his call, Luna grabbed Albion by the collar without hesitation and hoisted him up.
"Ack?!"
She then flung him toward the mercenaries like tossing a stick.
"Guh!"
"C-Captain!!"
"Eek!!"
She picked up Rebecca next and tossed her over before dusting off her hands.
The others were shocked at handling a critical patient so roughly, but seeing Captain Albion perfectly fine, they all widened their eyes.
Then Luna shed her robe entirely.
Her beauty was so captivating it made it impossible to look away, even enchanting some onlookers.
She flapped the hem of her skirt, and inexplicably, a one-handed warhammer dropped from beneath with a thud!!
It came from her sub-space pocket, but to the unaware, it was baffling.
"You gonna use that? First time seeing it."
"Hammer of Retribution. Weapon of a division commander-level angel. Feels good in the hand."
With that, she gripped the hammer in one hand and lightly stretched.
"Disobeying the master's orders and stepping out recklessly... A mongrel's still just a mongrel, huh."
Sullivan, who had been watching silently, smirked as he spoke, and Leon smiled back.
"Tag out. You've revived that puppet shoddily over and over—not just once or twice—so no complaints, bastard."
For the first time, a crack appeared in Sullivan's smile.
"What did you just... say?"
"Hit a nerve? Then stop playing with your minions and come out yourself."
As Leon beckoned with his finger, Sullivan's fist trembled on the armrest of his jade throne.
"Bring him to me. Make him kneel."
At once, numerous stone beasts began to move.
The fastest were two lithe, dinosaur-shaped magic beasts.
But they never reached Leon.
The one lunging from the right was bitten by a black spirit wolf emerging from Leon's shadow and battered away, while the left one was blocked by Luna.
"Leon, focus on those."
"Got it."
One swing of Luna's hammer completely disassembled the dinosaur beast, scattering it everywhere.
"Not sturdy."
She stated flatly, stepping forward and twirling her one-handed hammer.
How did that tiny frame hold such power?
Not aura. Magic, then?
Then a massive troll-shaped stone beast charged in, swinging a huge club.
As Luna swung her hammer again—
"Danger!!!"
Rebecca spotted the Soul Eater's movement and screamed in horror.
If magic was nullified, the girl would be turned to paste in an instant.
That's what she thought.
But everyone there was mistaken.
Luna had never used aura or magic to begin with.
BOOM!!!
With power incomparable to before, Luna shattered the troll beast to pieces and twirled her hammer.
The Soul Eater had moved, so why this outcome?
As everyone stared in confusion—
Leon taunted.
"She's got some strength, huh? Thought she was using magic?"
"Insolent..."
Unable to hide his rage at "bastard," Sullivan gestured.
All his forces surged forward at once.
"Daring to call me bastard, that disgraceful slur. You must not fear death."
"Sheesh... It's not wrong, but you're still throwing a fit."
Leon then drew a spare sword.
He raised it slightly overhead and slowly unsheathed it.
"Borrowing this sword."
One mercenary flinched and patted himself down.
"My... my sword!"
Ghost sword wouldn't match well, so a normal blade was better.
He aimed the tip at Sullivan.
"Don't dawdle—come out, Sullivan. Too old to play with dolls."
"......"
Truthfully, Leon knew little about him.
Age, race, origins—all unknown. But taunting had drawn out "bastard," hitting the madman's nerve perfectly, reminding him of an insane reactor.
Grrrrr... GRRRRR!!!
Evidently, "bastard" had more impact than expected.
Unable to contain his fury, his face shed its mad smile for seething rage.
Like a grinning clown mask flipping to an enraged one.
His eerily even teeth ground viciously.
"We are magnanimous."
"......"
"However, you will regret not being worthy of Our magnanimity."
At Leon's provocation, he slowly rose.
One beast approached, knelt, and offered swords in both hands.
Clank!!! Crunch!!
In rage, he roughly drew the sword, and the shockwave pulverized the offering statue beast to dust.
"I will personally carve your flesh."
With those words, explosive aura crushed the surroundings.
A suffocating dread washed over them as all his beasts charged.
Leon swept his hand through the air, and black chains erupted from countless shadows around him, binding the beasts.
Of course, being magic, they became Soul Eater fodder in moments.
The mages, knowing this, cried out in panic.
"N-No! The Soul Eaters..."
Crash!! Crunch!!
As feared, Leon's spells shattered.
But no dismay showed on Leon's face.
He knew Soul Eaters held overwhelming advantage against magic.
Yes. He'd fought them countless times, knowing their limits, weaknesses, traits.
Better than anyone here.
Hummm!!! Crash!!
Multiple magic circles formed rapidly in the air only to shatter, but Leon's generation speed accelerated.
And then.
Something astonishing happened.
The Soul Eaters began glowing red-hot, exploding one by one in place.
"Eat up. Burst and die."
The method was simple.
"Impossible... Manifesting magic faster than they can devour it?"
"How much mana does he have...?"
"What about the backlash?"
The mages gasped.
Soul Eaters had limits to magic absorption.
Overload them with more spells than they could handle, and they'd self-destruct.
The issue was backlash from nullified magic, but most of Leon's were dummy spells free of it—unnoticed by others.
As Soul Eaters exploded in succession, Leon gestured.
Black chains shot out again, wrapping the stone beasts en masse.
The rest was obvious.