Translator: “Hakou” Editor: “Weasalopes”
At the residence of the eastern Count.
On the balcony on the second floor, the old Count’s expression was distorted in front of a certain letter.
(Using unscrupulous plans like this…)
A summon from the king. In reply to that, he told them that he will arrive at a later date due to his poor physical condition, but that reasoning didn’t get through.
Sending a substitute wasn’t accepted too. As an exception, you can send your grandchilds over, was the reply that came from them.
(There’s no way I can do that!)
His grandchildrens is more important than himself.
Their cute and smart figures floated in his mind as he gritted his teeth.
(No way in hell I would send my cute grandchilds alone to that evil den called the royal castle!)
Their pure and kind heart that doesn’t know how to be suspicious of people yet would be the prey for those devils.
They will definitely infuse their head with false information about me, their grandfather, and lead them around by the nose.
(They might even side with them and condemn me for what I did)
His two grandchilds condemn him with a loud voice and devilish look.
Their clear eyes are muddy, and behind them stood the prime minister laughing evilly.
Imagining that scene, despair is spreading in his heart.
「Is there something wrong?」
A man’s voice was heard from behind.
The lord of the house can tell who it is without even turning around.
In this mansion, there is only one person who does not use honorifics to him who is the lord of the house.
「Sage-dono…」
He straightened his back, and turned around.
A man around his twenties leaning against the wall with his left hand. He wore a little rough, and sloppy clothes, depending on who saw it.
He holds a young maid with right hand as he keeps gently rubbing her chest.
The atmosphere is loose, but it seems that the maid is taking care of him. His hair was in order and his beard was shaved clean.
「Will you listen to my story?」
The old Count makes a sad expression as he spins his words.
A domineering vassal of the king. An inhumane demands to present his young grandchild as hostages.
And, if he doesn’t obey, they will resort to armed forces.
After listening, the sage slanted his mouth in displeasure.
「How terrible」
For the sage, this is a place that provides him with clothing, food, and shelter.
Besides, the count’s grandchilds were also his disciples.
Unconsciously putting more strength on his right hand, the maid let out a scream mixed with sweetness.
「Can you help me?」
He lightly nods at the Count’s words.
「Leave it to me. I will definitely beat them up when they show up」
「But, your opponent is the Kingdom’s knight order, you know?」
Those words make the sage’s expression become steep.
「Ha? Who do you think I am?」
A low voice coming out from his mouth.
The right hand pinched the tip strongly, and the sweetness was gone from the maid’s scream.
Realizing that he was in a bad mood, the old count hurriedly made an excuse.
「Ah, N-no, well… I’m just a weak person as you can see. So I can’t help but to worry…」
Please forgive me, the sage’s mood recovers as he said so while lowering his head.
「Those things called Knights are no match against my magic I tell you」
He grinned as he remembered the thing that happened in the eastern country.
The first piece of crap appearing before him popped like a water balloon struck with a needle.
A guy who appeared after that had a better appearance. Some of them cast magic, but their power was so low that his magic shield is enough to deal with it.
(What’s more, the range was too short)
After taking a distance, he will trample them with one-sided attacks.
The Knights of the eastern country keep getting barraged with magics until their death from a distance that they could neither approach nor escape.
(They’re nothing but weaklings)
But that was convenient for him.
(I’m sure strong as hell huh)
He who has an overwhelming power is respected by everyone.
(Should I make a world reformation while I’m at it?)
It’s about the bad guys that will come. If I kill them all, wouldn’t the world become a little cleaner?
I can even go to defeat the mastermind behind the bad guys if I feel like it.
The sage kept rubbing the maid’s chest with his right hand while thinking so.
***
On an early morning in the summer.
The birds begin to sing as the sun rises.
The residence of the old count, surrounded by walls on a small hill.
In a forest to the west where the shadow casts, there was a group that was as early as the birds.
『Let’s go』
Along with Corneal’s voice, the A-class Knight, Viking stands up.
Behind it are two B-class, Lightning and the noble kid.
Followed by four C-class units of Ponytail and co. a little later.
Seven units of Knights lined up and began to move quickly toward the mansion.
They don’t accept surrender anymore at this point.
They will launch an attack and confirm the power of the self-proclaimed sage. If possible, taking over the residence in one swoop.
『Corneal-dono, look at that…』
Hearing Lightning’s voice from behind, Corneal increases the magnifying power in the Knight’s eyes looking at the mansion.
There, he saw a magic circle appear in the air near the tower.
『Attack magic? At this distance?』
A magic circle that gradually increases in size and brightness.
Confusion is mixed in Corneal’s voice.
(It’s still double the distance of our shooting range)
Ranged attack magic using Knight’s weapon.
If he’s using the same magic, his opponent is naturally still out of range.
He doesn’t think the self-proclaimed sage doesn’t understand that. If so, then there’s only one meaning.
(Will it even reach this distance?)
If that’s the case, the ability of the self-proclaimed sage far exceeds their expectations.
The slowly rotating magic circle grows in size and brilliance.
Corneal was forced to decide whether to advance or retreat.
(Even if we’re going full speed at them, the attack will reach us first before we can get to the caster)
It’s too far away.
And if it has the same power to how it looks, even an A-class Knight wouldn’t be able to endure it.
(But what would happen if we retreated and turns out this distance wasn’t even its maximum range?)
Shoot and retreat is the basic of shooting. There is a fair chance of success.
But if they do that, their back when retreating will be an easy target. If so, then bracing themselves for the attack as they charge at the enemy is a better option.
Fast Knights that keep advancing forwards.
Uncertain, Corneal gritted his teeth.
***
The mansion of the old count.
The sage is standing in the tallest watchtower in the center of this building.
He seems to be in a bad mood.
「What time do they think it is, those bastards!?」
Morning bedhead. There are several traces of red marks caused by kisses on his widely open chest.
He always brings two or more maids with him every time he goes to sleep.
And every night, he works hard until midnight, so he always gets up late. In fact, he had just begun to sleep this morning.
「I’ll fucking kill them」
He muttered coldly while scratching his head.
He then spread his hands wide in the air and started chanting.
『O Three Sisters who surpass 5,000 and exceed the myriad 27. Right now, I will cast away the wall obstructing the connection of thee――』
Chants naturally formed unconsciously inside his head.
The sage showed a nasty smile as he looked down at the Knights that were coming this way.
(Let’s burn down the last guy first shall we? I looking forward to how the rest of them will reacts)
They already entered his shooting range.
If the Knight at the most back is defeated, those who remain alive will notice. That they have already set foot in the point of no return.
They can’t go forward or retreat. Imagining the despair of those who realized it, the sage’s mood recovered greatly.
『――First Daughter of Ruby, extend thine hand to the Second Daughter of Pearl, and Second Daughter of Pearl, to the Third Daughter of Obsidian――』
He wants to laugh but he can’t, because he’s in the middle of chanting.
(Here comes the first shot, I’ll send you a big one so you better prepare yourselves)
But the melody of that voice was very similar to a joyful laugh.
Translator: “Hakou” Editor: “Weasalopes”
At the residence of the eastern Count.
On the balcony on the second floor, the old Count’s expression was distorted in front of a certain letter.
(Using unscrupulous plans like this…)
A summon from the king. In reply to that, he told them that he will arrive at a later date due to his poor physical condition, but that reasoning didn’t get through.
Sending a substitute wasn’t accepted too. As an exception, you can send your grandchilds over, was the reply that came from them.
(There’s no way I can do that!)
His grandchildrens is more important than himself.
Their cute and smart figures floated in his mind as he gritted his teeth.
(No way in hell I would send my cute grandchilds alone to that evil den called the royal castle!)
Their pure and kind heart that doesn’t know how to be suspicious of people yet would be the prey for those devils.
They will definitely infuse their head with false information about me, their grandfather, and lead them around by the nose.
(They might even side with them and condemn me for what I did)
His two grandchilds condemn him with a loud voice and devilish look.
Their clear eyes are muddy, and behind them stood the prime minister laughing evilly.
Imagining that scene, despair is spreading in his heart.
「Is there something wrong?」
A man’s voice was heard from behind.
The lord of the house can tell who it is without even turning around.
In this mansion, there is only one person who does not use honorifics to him who is the lord of the house.
「Sage-dono…」
He straightened his back, and turned around.
A man around his twenties leaning against the wall with his left hand. He wore a little rough, and sloppy clothes, depending on who saw it.
He holds a young maid with right hand as he keeps gently rubbing her chest.
The atmosphere is loose, but it seems that the maid is taking care of him. His hair was in order and his beard was shaved clean.
「Will you listen to my story?」
The old Count makes a sad expression as he spins his words.
A domineering vassal of the king. An inhumane demands to present his young grandchild as hostages.
And, if he doesn’t obey, they will resort to armed forces.
After listening, the sage slanted his mouth in displeasure.
「How terrible」
For the sage, this is a place that provides him with clothing, food, and shelter.
Besides, the count’s grandchilds were also his disciples.
Unconsciously putting more strength on his right hand, the maid let out a scream mixed with sweetness.
「Can you help me?」
He lightly nods at the Count’s words.
「Leave it to me. I will definitely beat them up when they show up」
「But, your opponent is the Kingdom’s knight order, you know?」
Those words make the sage’s expression become steep.
「Ha? Who do you think I am?」
A low voice coming out from his mouth.
The right hand pinched the tip strongly, and the sweetness was gone from the maid’s scream.
Realizing that he was in a bad mood, the old count hurriedly made an excuse.
「Ah, N-no, well… I’m just a weak person as you can see. So I can’t help but to worry…」
Please forgive me, the sage’s mood recovers as he said so while lowering his head.
「Those things called Knights are no match against my magic I tell you」
He grinned as he remembered the thing that happened in the eastern country.
The first piece of crap appearing before him popped like a water balloon struck with a needle.
A guy who appeared after that had a better appearance. Some of them cast magic, but their power was so low that his magic shield is enough to deal with it.
(What’s more, the range was too short)
After taking a distance, he will trample them with one-sided attacks.
The Knights of the eastern country keep getting barraged with magics until their death from a distance that they could neither approach nor escape.
(They’re nothing but weaklings)
But that was convenient for him.
(I’m sure strong as hell huh)
He who has an overwhelming power is respected by everyone.
(Should I make a world reformation while I’m at it?)
It’s about the bad guys that will come. If I kill them all, wouldn’t the world become a little cleaner?
I can even go to defeat the mastermind behind the bad guys if I feel like it.
The sage kept rubbing the maid’s chest with his right hand while thinking so.
***
On an early morning in the summer.
The birds begin to sing as the sun rises.
The residence of the old count, surrounded by walls on a small hill.
In a forest to the west where the shadow casts, there was a group that was as early as the birds.
『Let’s go』
Along with Corneal’s voice, the A-class Knight, Viking stands up.
Behind it are two B-class, Lightning and the noble kid.
Followed by four C-class units of Ponytail and co. a little later.
Seven units of Knights lined up and began to move quickly toward the mansion.
They don’t accept surrender anymore at this point.
They will launch an attack and confirm the power of the self-proclaimed sage. If possible, taking over the residence in one swoop.
『Corneal-dono, look at that…』
Hearing Lightning’s voice from behind, Corneal increases the magnifying power in the Knight’s eyes looking at the mansion.
There, he saw a magic circle appear in the air near the tower.
『Attack magic? At this distance?』
A magic circle that gradually increases in size and brightness.
Confusion is mixed in Corneal’s voice.
(It’s still double the distance of our shooting range)
Ranged attack magic using Knight’s weapon.
If he’s using the same magic, his opponent is naturally still out of range.
He doesn’t think the self-proclaimed sage doesn’t understand that. If so, then there’s only one meaning.
(Will it even reach this distance?)
If that’s the case, the ability of the self-proclaimed sage far exceeds their expectations.
The slowly rotating magic circle grows in size and brilliance.
Corneal was forced to decide whether to advance or retreat.
(Even if we’re going full speed at them, the attack will reach us first before we can get to the caster)
It’s too far away.
And if it has the same power to how it looks, even an A-class Knight wouldn’t be able to endure it.
(But what would happen if we retreated and turns out this distance wasn’t even its maximum range?)
Shoot and retreat is the basic of shooting. There is a fair chance of success.
But if they do that, their back when retreating will be an easy target. If so, then bracing themselves for the attack as they charge at the enemy is a better option.
Fast Knights that keep advancing forwards.
Uncertain, Corneal gritted his teeth.
***
The mansion of the old count.
The sage is standing in the tallest watchtower in the center of this building.
He seems to be in a bad mood.
「What time do they think it is, those bastards!?」
Morning bedhead. There are several traces of red marks caused by kisses on his widely open chest.
He always brings two or more maids with him every time he goes to sleep.
And every night, he works hard until midnight, so he always gets up late. In fact, he had just begun to sleep this morning.
「I’ll fucking kill them」
He muttered coldly while scratching his head.
He then spread his hands wide in the air and started chanting.
『O Three Sisters who surpass 5,000 and exceed the myriad 27. Right now, I will cast away the wall obstructing the connection of thee――』
Chants naturally formed unconsciously inside his head.
The sage showed a nasty smile as he looked down at the Knights that were coming this way.
(Let’s burn down the last guy first shall we? I looking forward to how the rest of them will reacts)
They already entered his shooting range.
If the Knight at the most back is defeated, those who remain alive will notice. That they have already set foot in the point of no return.
They can’t go forward or retreat. Imagining the despair of those who realized it, the sage’s mood recovered greatly.
『――First Daughter of Ruby, extend thine hand to the Second Daughter of Pearl, and Second Daughter of Pearl, to the Third Daughter of Obsidian――』
He wants to laugh but he can’t, because he’s in the middle of chanting.
(Here comes the first shot, I’ll send you a big one so you better prepare yourselves)
But the melody of that voice was very similar to a joyful laugh.
