42 The Midas Touch (2/2)

”Hey listen to this, you can't believe it. Miss Prima Donna here is in favor of severing her own race, isn't that plain stupid? RIght?”, he asked while I was acting very distant, even facing away from him.

”Hey, you're with us right?” I continued to give a cold shoulder.

”You're in favor of saving our folks back home, tell me?” he added with a desperate demeanor...

”Hmmm. We figured. You also are with Reignsworth here. Too hard to leave your girlfriend, friendless?”

There's that abominable misconception again. It took him a whopping 54 words before realizing how serious I am in not giving any response.

”If you're really gonna keep on ignoring me, you leave me no choice you know...You see, I'm one of those Herrschers that Hermes talked about earlier.”

Then suddenly, I sensed this rapid energy coming my way. I hastily let go of Shiro's hand and gently dragged her hands away. I let out my pen to defend myself and the next thing I knew is that I got smashed pretty strongly into a wall, by a single kick with potent momentum.

”Oni-chama!” Shiro shouted.

So he really is a Herrscher huh...How did I know? The pen in my hand, it became somewhat heavy and the high-kick's point of contact became... gold. Hmmm. The power to turn anything it touches into gold, this is Midas' touch. I presume his deity must be Midas...an ancient King cursed with a very noble ability. It was a split of a nanosecond when I felt that the kick is beyond ordinary. Should I have failed to defend in that spur of the moment, I should have become a statue of gold by now.

”Hey Zen, stop that! ” Mr. soon-to-be representative, Daerenji Nakamura, reprimanded.

”That's his fault for ignoring me...You know, it would not hurt to give you rich kids a lesson!”

He then got ready to attack me again. He slowly takes off the navy-colored glove he is wearing and from there, you can see an 'M'-shaped yellowish insignia, probably the symbol of the contract he had between a deity. But what made me somewhat laugh was how he stated he can give me a lesson...even though I don't need one.

This guy should be thankful, that I managed to get Shiro to let go of my hand. If by any means the girl would have been hurt, I will show no toleration. Good thing she seems to be fine.

I then got back on my swagger, but this time I am somewhat irritated, while everyone continued to watch the farce on the background probably fearing Zen's ability, who just publicly announced that he is a Herrscher, with ladies supporting him. So this is what he was talking about when he first introduced himself. He said, he came here for what the university has to offer, and 'for some other reasons'.

I stood up, cracking my back while also scrubbing the dirt away from my uniform, almost like being disgusted by the most recent someone who touched my clothes.

”Tsk. You truly are a narcissist. Well, you asked for it!”, with the endeavor to turn me into a pile of gold with his single touch, he drove towards me with enormous speed, but what he doesn't know is that... calling me a kid and a narcissist is a very serious crime, when in fact I was the most mature here while acting with complete humility.

Celes, getting acquainted with the context clue as to why I'm not answering anything was becoming ready to summon her sword 'Trancy', but that would put her into detriment even more. It's not an act of gentle mannerism, but I'm getting tired of getting saved by someone, females at that! Well, 'Low-Key Profile' or not, I must stand for myself, or else I'm gonna be a constant plaything by these potential plunderers when we set foot outside the city gates. While respect out of fear, is the most despicable type of respect one could have, I don't mind.