Difference in Strength
The thugs who had been swaggering around as if they owned the Adventurers’ Guild in Gracela were clearly not acting alone.
There was no way a bunch of lowlifes like them could pull something this big off by themselves. Most likely, someone paid them off and told them to stay here.
Whoever is behind them, and whatever scheme they’re plotting, remains unknown—but thanks to it, Gracela has suffered major damages across the board.
“I have no business with small fry. Bring out your strongest leader. I want to know the reason you lot are being kept here.”
“You’ve got some guts, Holy Knight.”
From the back of the guild, a particularly large man stepped forward. I hadn’t noticed earlier because he’d been sitting down, but he easily stood over two meters tall and carried a massive greatsword that looked like it could slice a horse clean in half.
“All the knights who tried to capture me so far—I’ve buried every last one of them. You’ll be no different.”
“But none of those were Holy Knights, were they?”
“That’s right... which is why you’ll be the first. If I can say I’ve killed a Holy Knight, that’ll make my legend even greater!”
The giant man leveled the tip of his greatsword at me and declared with pride.
—Isn’t he leaving himself wide open?
“Die!!”
He swung his sword in an attempt to finish me in one strike—
“—Huh?”
—but stopped suddenly, sensing something was wrong.
“What’s the matter? Something wrong with your precious greatsword?”
“W-What the hell!?”
The sword in the giant’s hand had snapped in two—
No, I had cut it in half with my own blade. He just hadn’t seen it happen.
In fact, not just him—none of the others in the guild seemed to have caught the moment, either.
By the way, the tip of his sword was now stuck in the ceiling.
“Give it up already.”
“D-Don’t get cocky!”
Realizing his sword was useless, he switched tactics, going for a raw power contest.
He must’ve thought his size gave him the advantage… but if that were enough to win, the title of Holy Knight would be meaningless.
Dodging his lunging punch, I swept his legs out from under him.
Off balance from his own momentum, he flew headfirst into the guild wall.
That looked like it hurt.
“Guh… guoh…”
“This is a waste of time. Start talking. Who’s pulling the strings?”
“S-Shut up! All of you, get him! Take down the Holy Knight and make a name for yourselves!”
“Y-Yeah!”
“Let’s do it!”
“There’s so many of us! We can definitely beat him!”
A bunch of them, still clueless about the difference in power, charged at me all at once—
Good grief. So this is how it ends up, huh?
What do you think about this chapter?
