Chapter 375: Another Hero
Chapter 375: Another Hero
What an idiot. I can’t believe he actually fell for it.
Why else would I, someone who isn't even a swordsman, be holding a sword in the first place?
Because duels like this are usually sword against sword?
As if. To hell with that kind of pointless formality.
I'm not the type to get hung up on every little detail like that.
Well, it's not like this piece of trash in front of me would know whether I usually use a sword or my fists anyway.
In any case, I'm glad the plan worked perfectly.
Still, just in case, maybe I should prepare a little more thoroughly.
“Stop trying to be clever and just fight with your sword. You’re just saying that, but the moment you’re at a disadvantage, you’re planning to use that sword on your hip, aren’t you? Isn't that a little too obvious? I can see right through a petty little mind like yours.”
“Hmph. Me? Against a fool like you who can't even react to my attacks properly?”
But he just scoffed at me, then unbuckled the other sword at his waist—sheath and all—and threw it to the ground.
“You don't even realize you've dug your own grave. If you'd faced my sword, it would have been over quickly. It seems you're confident in your durability, so I'll beat you until nothing but screams come out of that chattering mouth of yours.”
He was the one walking into a trap, and he had the gall to say that?
I almost burst out laughing, but I managed to hold it in by tensing my facial muscles.
My grimace must have looked like I was in pain, because the corner of the trash's mouth curled up even higher.
“You'll be in for a rude awakening if you're thinking of the me from a moment ago. I wasn't being serious. As proof… I'll show you my true power now.”
As I said that, I activated Saint's Sincerity.
This time, I made sure to adjust the power to a weaker level. Can't have him dying from the pleasure, after all.
If anything, I'm the one showing mercy here. I wonder if he even knows.
“I see. A strengthening spell. Do you really… really think such a shallow trick will work on me, a Hero?!”
It seemed he’d noticed that my entire body was enveloped in mana.
But what good did that do him? He had no idea what the skill actually was.
He must have heard the rumors about how incredible the Saint's night-time techniques were, yet he didn't know the skills themselves.
Then again, from the moment I saw him in the restaurant, he acted like he didn't even want my name mentioned.
Is he the type to just plug his ears and ignore anything he doesn't want to hear?
“Here I come!”
With that, he charged at me again.
That's right. Come on.
As long as I don't get knocked out in one hit, this is a game I'm guaranteed to win.
I raised both arms to thoroughly guard my face and waited for him to approach.
He really must be jealous of my face, because even though my torso was wide open, he ignored it and rained a flurry of punches on my guard.
And then.
“Uhet! Heh! Hyek!”
He let out a disgusting sound and hastily backed away.
He clamped his legs together, clutched his groin, and glared at me, his body trembling.
“Wh-what is this! What the hell is going on! What is this?!”
He clearly hadn't anticipated anything like this and seemed to be in a complete panic.
I wanted to leisurely mock him just as he had done to me, but I didn't have the luxury.
Damn. Did I set the power too low?
I set it as low as possible, assuming his Charm stat was rock bottom, but maybe because of his high level, he managed to stay on his feet instead of fainting or his legs giving out.
Without answering him, I activated Saint's Sincerity again, this time a little stronger, and charged.
This time, I'll make him pass out for sure.
Be swallowed by the sea of pleasure!
“Ugh, ugh! Uuuugh!”
As I rushed him, he must have figured out what was happening, or perhaps it was just instinct born from a sense of crisis, because he immediately threw himself toward where he’d tossed his sword.
Oh no, you don't!
I desperately tried to stop him, but he was a little faster.
He hastily drew his sword and, forcing strength into his trembling legs, gripped it tightly with both hands.
“D-don't come any closer! I'll kill you if you do!”
His eyes were like those of a victim looking at their rapist.
The front of his pants was already soaked, a truly pathetic sight.
A grown man shouldn't resist with that kind of expression and voice. It just makes me feel gross.
That aside, this was a bit dangerous.
The sword he’d picked up was, of all things, that gleaming, famous blade.
Furthermore, his current mental state was far too unstable for him to pull his punches.
If he cut me in that state, I wasn't confident I'd escape unscathed.
In that case, I only had one option left.
“Hey. This is your last warning. Surrender and drop the sword while I'm asking nicely.”
“Wh-who would ever surrender?! A Hero never—!”
“Drop it, unless you want something worse to happen than just soiling your pants.”
“I-I'll never do that!”
“Fine. So that's how it is.”
I guess I have no choice.
I really didn't want to use this.
You brought this on yourself. I did everything I could.
I immediately used Holy Ground Proclamation.
“Hiiit! Ahh! Uwaaah! Ugh! Heuk!”
The moment I did, his body began to twist, and he started wailing in a disgraceful voice.
Even though the base power of Holy Ground Proclamation is low, its level has risen quite a bit.
It was naturally more powerful than my fully suppressed Saint's Sincerity.
And that was the power he was taking per second.
The trash, now experiencing a pleasure greater than what he'd felt from hitting my body, once every second, trembled as if he were about to die at any moment.
The sword had long since fallen from his hand, and now he was just lying face down on the floor, shaking like an epileptic.
I hadn't expected such a dramatic reaction.
To be honest, it would have been better if I could have lowered the power of Holy Ground Proclamation, but unfortunately, I can't do that yet.
As my only area-of-effect skill, it's quite difficult to control with mana.
That's why I wanted to end this without using it if possible.
“Hic! Heuk! Hyaaaak!”
He writhed on the floor, squirming in a truly filthy manner.
Don't react so dramatically.
Even the orcs on the 2nd Floor didn't react that strongly. Is your Charm stat even lower than an orc's?
Well, my level, Charm, and skill levels have all gone up since then, but still.
He would pass out soon enough if I just left him, but I suppose knocking him out now would be the minimal act of mercy.
And more importantly, I wanted him to stop making those disgusting sounds.
I walked up to him, activated a suppressed Saint's Touch on my foot, and gave him a light kick.
“Hiiiiiiiiiit!”
His body gave one last violent shudder, and then he fell silent.
Only then did I deactivate all my skills and leisurely turn around.
“…I won.”
“…Congratulations. He's not dead, is he?”
Seeing the trash's utterly miserable state, Sara asked the question with a slightly repulsed look on her face.
“Uh, probably not?”
“More importantly, Guwon-ssi. Please show me your wounds.”
And my angel, who must have been focused only on my injuries this whole time, rushed over the moment the duel ended and cast a healing spell on me.
My angel. Even if he is trash, isn't saying 'more importantly' a little harsh on him?
Hey. Trash. You just got treated like that by my angel.
Well, he was the one who injured me, and it also meant my angel likes me that much.
“Alright, Vanessa. Take this guy… no, never mind. Just leave him. I'll do it later.”
While being healed, I was about to ask Vanessa to move him, but then I remembered his pants were soaked.
Even if Vanessa is a butler of steel, she's still an unmarried young woman.
I felt a little bad asking her to touch such filth.
“…Thank you.”
Whoa. She even thanked me. Just how much did she not want to touch him?
Vanessa, you can at least wash him with magic, can't you?
So, after my wounds were treated, I summoned a spirit and asked it to wash the guy's body.
But something unexpected happened—even the spirit refused, saying it didn't want to.
When I pleaded with it, the spirit resisted so desperately that it just went back where it came from.
“Hey, Vanessa. Sorry, but could you at least wash him with magic?”
“……Yes.”
For once, Vanessa didn't hide her displeasure, a rare hint of it showing on her face as she used magic to wash his body.
Is this guy really that hated by women? No, spirits don't really have a gender, so is he just hated by everyone?
At this point, I almost feel a little sorry for him… though honestly, not that much.
Anyway, after he was cleaned, I grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, trying to touch him as little as possible, and dragged him to an empty room, tossing him onto the bed.
“Guwon-nim. It appears he has regained consciousness.”
While I was relaxing with my girls after dinner, Vanessa came to inform me.
Even though she hated the thought of touching him, it seemed she had been keeping an eye on when he would wake up.
A true professional. She does her job to the best of her ability, even if she dislikes it.
“Really? Then… ah, it's okay. I'll go alone.”
It looked like everyone was about to get up and follow me, so I raised a hand to stop them.
I had explained that I was going to ask him about the Mains, but I might also have to dig into the topic of Heroes.
To protect Sara's secret, it was difficult to take anyone other than her.
But if I only took Sara, my angel would be sad.
So in the end, I had to go alone.
“But Guwon-ssi, it's dangerous.”
“No, he's the one in danger, not me. You saw what happened to him with just Holy Ground Proclamation, right?”
“W-well, that's true, but…”
“It's because I don't want him to see your pretty faces. It feels like you'd be tainted.”
“G-Guwon-ssi… even so, that's a little harsh.”
“I-is it?”
Considering Leia's reaction earlier, I thought it would be fine.
I guess that comment was a bit too extreme to use in front of my angel.
“Then please be careful and resolve it well, okay? And don't provoke him too much.”
But with that, Leia seemed to give up on coming with me.
My angel. You really don't like him, do you?
For my angel, who is kind to everyone, to react like this… just what is with that guy?
“Guwon…”
“Yeah.”
Sara looked a little anxious, but I reassured her with my eyes.
Don't worry. No matter what the Mains turn out to be, I will never abandon you.
After that silent conversation, I headed to the room where he was.
The time had finally come to uncover the truth about the Mains.
“Have a nice dream?”
“Y-you bastarrrrrd!”
“You're loud. What is it?”
“Using such a cowardly trick during a duel…!”
“Cowardly? What's cowardly about it? Just as you fought by making full use of your abilities as a Hero, I simply fought by making full use of my abilities as a Saint.”
“This duel is invalid! No one will acknowledge—!”
“What a shame. I've already gone around telling everyone about our duel. What are you going to tell all the people who are curious about the result? ‘I got hit by one of the Saint's skills and ended up squealing like a pig, miserably smashing my face into the ground while drooling semen until I passed out!’ Is that your excuse? If an ugly guy like you tries to play the premature ejaculator card, people will really pity you and call it invalid. You little shit. Even an orc in heat lasts longer than that. How could you just spray your jizz everywhere from a single Holy Ground Proclamation…”
“K-ugh, uwaaaaaaaaaah!”
Ah, crap. Maybe I went a little too far.
“Hey, hey. No need to cry about it. You're a grown man.”
“It's not… hic… like I enjoy being this way… Waaaaah! You son of a bitch! Fuuuuck!”
“Hey. Calm down. I'm sorry. I said I'm sorry.”
“I… hic… I want to be good at sex like you… hic! And meet lots of pretty women… Wuuuuu… Waaaaah!”
It seemed his pent-up inferiority complex had finally exploded.
No matter how I tried to console him, he didn't seem like he would calm down anytime soon.
“I… I just want to fucking have sex…”
That one, desperate cry left me speechless, and I could only watch him until his sobbing subsided.