The Strongest Farmer in Another World ~I'm a "Farmer", Not a Demon King! ~ - Chapter 274

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

Chapter 274   Battle in the throne room

“What… What ridiculous nonsense!”

“Have you all gone mad!?”

Immediately after my declaration, the nobles and knights began condemning us in a furious manner. However, I had anticipated such a reaction, and there was no way we would back down now.

“Kill them.”

Despite the noisy uproar from the nobles, the king, displaying a certain level of displeasure, calmly gave orders to the knights present, who promptly drew their swords and started moving to encircle us.

As the encirclement was completed, we remained unfazed. This situation posed no problem for us. Not only for me but for the other three as well. Kyle seemed a bit precarious, but in this situation, it shouldn’t be an issue, and if needed, we could always escape.

“If you can, go ahead and try.”

Whether Father’s words were taken as a provocation, several individuals positioned behind us lunged toward us. However…

“Who said you can’t fight without a sword?”

The knights who had attacked from behind were instantly cleaved into two halves the next moment. The culprit, needless to say, was my father.

In his hands, a black, ominous sword radiating a sinister light was held. Splitting an entire body in armor into two… well, that’s quite a skill.

“He was hiding it… no, a ‘Magic Sword’!?”

The knights seemed surprised that my father, who had nothing just a moment ago, suddenly had a sword. One of them quickly recognized the situation and raised his voice.

“A Magic Sword!? Isn’t that a Sixth Rank skill!?”

“That radiance seems to suggest so. Hmph, distasteful.”

While the surrounding knights were astonished, a knight in armor, slightly different in decoration, who stood by the king, calmly spoke. It occurred to me that in the general world, the Sixth Rank was considered quite high. Breaking from Karakas’s norms and the oddity of my own rank aside, the Sixth Rank was an impressive level, often referred to as a strongman or hero outside Karakas.

“That glare is indeed so. Hmph. Annoying.”

Amidst the surprise of the surrounding knights, the one who calmly articulated this was a knight in armor with a slightly different ornamentation standing beside the king.

“Doban. Can you handle this?”

“If it is Your Majesty’s command, I am at your disposal”

“Oh? Looks like a slightly stronger one has shown up.”

“I’ve heard rumors about the Black Sword before. A wandering swordsman who serves no one.”

That must be a story from the time my father worked as a mercenary.

“His power cannot be measured by ordinary people, and his steps are unstoppable, the prodigy of a sword that no one can halt.”

“Don’t go saying stuff that makes me blush.”

Without bothering to respond to my father’s joke, Doban simply approached my father…

“But is that the truth?”

He said, then, without waiting for an answer from my father, he drew the sword hanging from his waist and thrust it towards my father.

“Sword Saint Doban Oruburan. As the kingdom’s strongest swordsman, I will cut you down.”

As Doban declared this, the sword he pointed at my father emitted the same ominous black light as my father’s sword. Most likely, Doban also used a skill.

Noticing the black light on the sword, Doban shook it off once, assuming a stance.

“I’m not interested in being the strongest, but well, I’ll play along.”

Even facing Doban, who exuded an eager aura of a formidable opponent, my father’s attitude remained unchanged. He stepped forward as casually as always, looking annoyed.

Then, after a few seconds of the standoff between Doban with a sword and my father without, both figures suddenly vanished, only to reappear at the center with a shockwave.

During this, a collision sound, unlike the ordinary clash of swords, occurred. Listening to that, one could understand once again the seriousness of my father’s prowess.

However, the guy facing my father, this Doban, is also incredible, being able to engage in a direct clash with my father. Despite boasting the title of ‘Sword Saint,’ it seems he’s not just using the name for show.

Both my father’s sword and Doban sword are beyond my ability to perceive. Fortunately, my father and Doban didn’t move far from their initial positions, allowing me to witness their battle. However, their movements are so fast that I can’t follow their actions, and their postures change in a way that resembles stop-motion, like dodging an enemy’s gunfire in a game, making it difficult to track.

Rather than the usual clashing sounds, it’s more like thudding noises, making it clear that this isn’t an ordinary swordfight. They seem to be using skills in between, turning this battle into something beyond human.

However, such a battle doesn’t continue indefinitely.

Doban’s sword separates from his hand and pierces into the ceiling. My father’s posture, with his leg raised, suggests that he probably kicked the opponent’s sword. The flow of events leading up to this moment wasn’t entirely clear, but even so, it became unmistakably apparent that my father emerged victorious in this battle.

“Too slow, too simple, and useless. This isn’t a match. If you want to practice your refined swordsmanship, do it alone, you small fry.”

No, it wasn’t slow, simple, or weak. Probably not light either, considering the floor broke from Doban’s stepping. Well, at least I’m become somewhat stronger, but in a direct combat-oriented profession and at this distance, I would be killed in an instant if I tried to compete seriously. Yet, my father effortlessly defeated him as if it were nothing.

… Has this old man become stronger than before? Is he a monster or something?

“So, is this the end?”

“K-Kids! Aim for the kids!”

While pointing the sword at Doban’s neck, my father provocatively addressed the king. Reacting to his words, the king hastily issued orders to the knights. Despite the confusion, the knights immediately began attacking us.

“Are you not gonna help us?”

“You can handle this much.”

It seems my father has no intention of providing assistance. Well, to be fair, this level of threat doesn’t require help, and we can easily defeat them.

Since we’re indoors, using the “Earth Reversal” skill isn’t an option. It’s not that it’s impossible, but it would involve flipping the entire castle from its foundation. Besides, I don’t want to involve others, especially my mom or Filia, if they happen to be nearby. While it might not be fatal, it would undoubtedly be a nuisance.

Ideally, it would be better to defeat them in a less conspicuous way. After all, we’re keeping our identities hidden.

In that case… I guess it’s “Sowing.” With that, I can inject seeds into the gaps in their armor, aiming for their eyeballs. It can cause significant damage, and since it’s hard to perceive, they wouldn’t immediately realize what happened.

And so, farewell to their precious eyes.

…It doesn’t sound very cool, does it? It feels more like something a crazy person would say.

Well, the action remains the same, so it doesn’t matter.

Thinking that, I take out seeds from my “Storage” and immediately use “Sowing” to target the inside of the knights’ helmets.

…Oh, and let’s scatter a few seeds elsewhere while I’m at it.

“Aaaah!”

Due to the high-speed injection of seeds into their eyeballs, the knights let out screams. Their subsequent reactions varied—some dropped their swords, clutching their faces, while others, unable to see properly, stumbled and fell. However, not a single one emerged unscathed.

Following that, Kyle and Eddie dealt finishing blows to the incapacitated knights, sending them flying or rendering them unconscious.

I could have used the “Growth” skill to speed things up, but if possible, I want to keep my abilities hidden. While my involvement in the events during the defense of Karakas may have been exposed, people might still believe it was because there were elves around at that time. Even if someone else did it, I don’t think it’s apparent that I was the one behind it.

“Sigh, such a hassle.”

“Alright, good job!”

My father said that and, while keeping his sword pointed, severed the arm of the still-standing Doban. The severed arm, spraying blood, danced through the air and headed towards the king.

“Gaaaah!”

Even after losing the dominant arm holding the sword, his fighting spirit didn’t waver. No, that’s not it. It’s not that his fighting spirit didn’t waver, but rather, if he stayed still, he would only die, so he struggled desperately.

Doban created a black sword with his remaining arm and swung it down. However, before that sword could strike, my father swiftly cut downward from the shoulder to the hem of Doban’s robe.

As a result, while Doban’s torso didn’t split, he fell, creating a pool of red beneath him.

Why did he spare him until now only to cut him down at this moment? Was it to break the king’s spirit? Showing the sight of his ally knights being defeated, and the sole remaining “Sword Saint” unable to resist, would be enough to break the king’s spirit. Even throwing the arm toward the king was probably part of the dramatic effect. Otherwise, there was no reason for it to fly so unnaturally.