The Strongest Farmer in Another World ~I'm a "Farmer", Not a Demon King! ~ - Chapter 252

The Strongest Farmer in Another World ~I’m a “Farmer”, Not a Demon King! ~

Chapter 252   Boss vs Boss

“Why the hell are you here? Answer me, you damn bastard!”

But it seemed that our exchange didn’t sit well with him. Isaac slammed the axe he was holding onto the ground, revealing his frustration, and shouted at me.

Why am I here? Well, it’s obvious—I’m here because I came. But I guess he’s not looking for such words.

However, if he’s asking why, then I have questions too.

“What’s the matter? Did you want to fight me? Is that why you got involved in this?”

“What the hell are those bastards doing? I’ve been lending a hand all this time, and what are they up to now? Weren’t they supposed to attack?”

“No, no, those guys are definitely attacking. It’s just that their advance is being halted, that’s all.”

They’re attacking to lure me out and pull me away from this town. Information about their plan to besiege me had reached me.

And while I’m heading in that direction, their plan was probably to attack during that time.

However, contrary to their plan, I’m here. It might be confusing to him, but it’s simple. It’s just that my presence wasn’t necessary for their plan to work.

“You say they’re being halted? There shouldn’t have been any sign of your subordinates moving. Eddie and Emil, as well as most of your underlings, were here. Moreover, with you being here, who could possibly be halting them?”

Certainly, that’s true, but unfortunately, there’s someone who’s not factoring in one important detail.

“Well, that would be, my son. He’s undoubtedly stronger than you, considering his performance.”

“Your son…? That brat… That farmer is supposed to be stronger than me!? Don’t underestimate me, you damn bastard!”

“Well, the idea of a ‘farmer’ stopping an army feels like a joke. But it’s a fact.”

“Shut up.”

Isaac charges at me, swinging his axe while shouting, but honestly, he’s way too slow.

In his case, even if he has more strength than me, it doesn’t matter if he can’t land a hit in the first place.

“Die, you bastard! Oraaaa!”

Even if I dodge, he persistently swings his axe, attacking me while involving the surrounding buildings and the ground.

I thought this even before coming here, but can’t you fight a bit more calmly?

“You piece of shit! You won’t dodge this! [Rampage]!”

Unable to bear being avoided, Isaac uses a skill, increasing the speed of his axe swings.

However, that’s all there is to it. There are no special effects, and his skill level hasn’t increased.

Even so, each of his strikes has the power to crush houses. Normally, if you try to block with a sword, the sword would just break, but unfortunately for him, I’m a ‘swordsman’ skilled in handling swords. Handling such brute-force attacks is a piece of cake.

Well, since he used a skill first, I might as well show him one of mine.

The skill that those who acquire the swordsman profession learn as their first-tier skill.

“[Slash]”

As I uttered the name of the skill, I just swept the sword sideways, and Isaac’s raised large axe was cleanly cut in half from the middle of the handle, and the blade part flew somewhere.

…Huh, didn’t hit anyone, did it?

Well, it’s probably fine. My guys would likely dodge if something unexpected fell. There’s no problem at all.

But anyway, yeah. It’s been a while since I’ve spoken the name of a skill. I usually don’t say it, but this time, I guess I just wanted to show off. Attacking while uttering the name of the skill is kind of cool, isn’t it?

The reason is a bit childish, but men never really forget their childlike spirit. Life is more enjoyable that way.

Well, leaving that aside. This might be a good time to ask, right?

Isaac stopped his attack after having his weapon broken, but his eyes were still glaring at me.

Facing Isaac, I spoke up.

“So, why the hell did you do something like this? It’s quite flashy. Just curious, but did you have a hand in bringing those guys from outside?”

I’ve known for a while that he’s been targeting me, and it’s probably the case this time too. It was unexpected that he teamed up with outsiders, but I also knew that they initiated the conversation about attacking the Flower Town.

So, I thought I might as well ask, but to be honest, it’s just a confirmation, a check of the answers.

“Those outsiders are just bait. Seems like they really want that town. They approached me with a story about not being able to move, all in line with that.”

“And you willingly fell for that?”

“I’m not planning to be used at all. Rather, I’m using them.”

“Oh, I see. Using them… Well, I don’t really care about that. Not interested.”

As expected, the answers were as anticipated, and there was nothing new to gain. I wasn’t expecting much, but it was a bit boring to find everything so predictable. Maybe seeking excitement in situations like this isn’t my thing after all.

“But well, making a move like this means you finally came to kill me, right? I don’t know why you went on such a grand scale for it. If you wanted to kill me, couldn’t you have just targeted me? If you wanted to strip away my defenses, you could have told me, and I would have set up a one-on-one situation for you.”

I think he tried to create this situation to take the boss’s position from me, but even without doing something like that, he could have just challenged me to a fight like the idiot he is. I had already made plans for that.

If he defeated me, he would become the next boss in the east. I don’t think he needed to go to the extent of destroying the town for that.

…Well, that’s if he had a plan to defeat me in a fair fight.

“Hah! I never expected to be able to kill you. But, even if I can’t kill you, the situation around you is a different story. Without an environment where you can maintain your position, you can’t do anything. You’ll have no choice but to give up the boss’s seat!”

As expected, or should I say predictably, it seems this idiot never intended to defeat me. Instead of defeating me, he aimed to defeat those around me, turn the tables on my territory, and then drive me out.

He wouldn’t fight to defeat; he’d fight to drive out.

Well, the idea itself isn’t necessarily wrong. Winning doesn’t always mean defeating the opponent. So, I can understand what Isaac was trying to do.

But…

“The boss’s seat, huh… Do I really want something like that?”

To be honest, I don’t think it holds much meaning.

After all, it’s not like I built my position through hard work. I just happened to find a suitable box to raise the baby I picked up. From my perspective, the position of the boss in the east is just that.

From there, I casually dealt with those who attacked us, reshaping things as we pleased to make it easier for us to live. That’s all there is to it.

So, I can’t understand guys like him who obsess over the boss’s position.

It was the same when I was a knight. I couldn’t understand why nobles valued their status or anything like that.

What’s valuable is the friends and family around you; that should be enough.

The only things I value are the idiots I can laugh with, and if I can live and laugh with them, that’s more than enough.

Well, I believe in protecting what’s important with my own hands, but I also understand that not everyone in the world has that kind of power. For those people, maybe status is just a convenient shield to protect what’s important. I think it’s meaningless if it turns into protecting the means to protect, but that’s just my opinion.

Or perhaps, for these guys, the status itself is what’s important. Like an ornament to decorate themselves. I can’t understand that, though.

“…I don’t like that attitude. What do you think I went through to become the boss? What kind of emotions do you think I had when I won that battle back then? And you just suddenly appear and easily become the boss! Don’t get too cocky!”

But… I’m not you, and I don’t know your feelings. Frankly, I don’t want to know. As for the boss’s seat… I thought I would have to struggle a bit more for it. Even though I swung my sword a bit seriously back then to secure a safe zone for baby Vesnar, it wasn’t much of a struggle. I can’t even remember how it felt. Honestly, being a knight was more tiring.

If it was a struggle for you, then that must have been tough. But don’t take it out on me; You’re not a kid. Besides, even if you struggled, it’s not like it has anything to do with me. It’s probably just because you were weak. Seriously.