Chapter 30 (1/2)

Ellie and Gram

Rewind time back to when Edgar left for the Adventurer Guild.

Ellie: “Have fun.”

Ellie said that to Edgar who was grinning like a child and exited the s.p.a.cious room.

(—This is a chance I won't be having again.)

Neither Arisa nor Edgar would be in the mansion, which means she would be able to get close to him one-on-one.

Yes, toward the owner of this mansion, Gram.

Ellie's destination is the training ground.

As for the reason, it's because Gram was supposed to be there.

Ellie: “Daily routine, was it…? How laughable…!”

Ellie imagined what Gram was probably doing now, and then she made a bitter expression.

Ellie had noticed it.

That Gram had another face that he couldn't show Arisa and Edgar.

First of all, the three demi-humans Gram was fighting when they first came.

——They were slaves.

Perhaps Edgar and Arisa didn't realize,

but Ellie didn't miss it.

——They had a collar with the mark of slavery.

That's not all.

The slaves fought with the intent to kill, and their eyes were filled with hatred.

That was clearly not the eyes of someone looking at a sparring partner.

——That was the real deal.

They had real killing intent and hatred in their eyes.

They were the same eyes of the people she had fought in the past.

Other than the slaves, she also noticed Gram's smile right after he enjoyed his fight against the slaves.

——Everything about that place was weird.

Even the hatred of the slaves.

Even Gram who was fighting the slaves joyfully.

——She couldn't leave this be.

Gram had the train of thought of that n.o.ble who owned her in the past.

And she couldn't possibly leave a trash like Gram alone.

Perhaps the people that Gram fought had their families or whatever that is just as important stolen unreasonably by that n.o.ble. They fought him because of their own feelings on top of their hatred.

Ellie: “……”

——anger bubbles up from the bottom of her gut and killing intent rises.

She was furious that her anger was unbearable.

Her mind is already blazing red.

She clenched her hands so hard that her nails are digging into her palm and blood starts to ooze out.

She is approaching her destination quickly.

It's the training ground just behind the mansion.

As Ellie was about to turn the corner, her beastly ears picked up a sound.

—Clas.h.!.+ Clas.h.!.+

It was the sound of hammer clas.h.i.+ng with metal.

—BOOM!

Following that was the sound of an explosion.

???: “——UOOOOOOOOHHH!!!”

She also heard the sound of someone roaring.

And then,

———She heard Gram's laugh.

Gram: “GEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! What's wrong, what's wrong!? Try to fight me some more! Wring out more of your wits and your power to defeat me! If this keeps up, forget fulfilling your hatred, you'll just expose yourself to more shame!”

He was against the three slaves.

They had a sword, a bow, or a hammer while surrounding Gram.

Slave: “f.u.c.k you! I'll definitely kill you!!!”

They brandished their weapons against Gram, cast their magic, and fought desperately to stop Gram from breathing.

The slave holding the bow goes first.

He charged forward with the range of his weapon, but Gram dealt with it from the front without even dodging.

Slave: “DIEEEEEEE!!!”

That expression.

It was loaded with a lot of feelings.

Hatred, sadness, despair.

Just like what he said, the thrust of that spear was aimed for his life, but Gram matched his pace and moved his hammer

——CLAs.h.!.+

The hammer and the spear collided.

The clash created sparks that illuminated the face of the two.

By then, the other slave had already flanked behind Gram, and as he was about to strike him down with his sword—

Gram: “—Too slow!”

Gram deflected the spear and kicked the slave on the gut and turned around in an instant.

He kindled flames on his left hand and launched it at the slave's sword.

——BOOM!

As the sound echoed around the bottom of the gut, the two was enveloped in an explosion, but Gram was the only one left standing after it settled.

Gram: “—Hm, that's one.”

Gram declared thus looked down at the one slave that was downed.

Slave: “Not yet!”

The third, mallet-wielding slave activates a spell.

Countless earthen lances emerged from the ground and launched themselves towards Gram—

Gram: “Too slow, too slow! TOO SLOW!”

But he swung his hammer in high speed and smashed them all.

His aim was terrifyingly accurate.

While he crushed the earthen lances, Gram calmly walked forward, closing in to the mallet-wielding slave.

While looking at the slave's despaired expression, Gram swung his hammer down to the crown of the slave's head.

—splash

Gram: “That's two.”

That moment, he muttered thus.

Perhaps he just recovered, the spear-wielding slave from the beginning rushed in toward Gram again from behind.

Gram: “Another one of the same attack? Boring.”

He said that and blocked with his hammer the same way he did the first time,

Slave: “——As if!!!”

But the man wasn't exercising his spearmans.h.i.+p—

Slave: “——EAT THISSS!!!”

But instead, he was using a spell.

Its attribute was water.

What liquid would he use?

……it was all to obvious.