Another World’s Highest Guild Leader ~I’m the weakest in the guild, but I can’t quit the guild because of the heavy love of all the guild members~ - Chap 46: Settling Old Scores in a Double Match—Moderation in Revenge, Okay? You Guys are Stronger, After All

I was absentmindedly watching the match from the VIP seats.

“Yawn… so boring.”

That’s because I lost in the first round.

“Crow-sama, would you like me to clean your ears for you?”

“No thanks.”

“Then how about I feed you some fruit?”

“No thanks.”

“How about a lap pillow?”

“No thanks.”

Frustrated by my refusals, Fel approached me with an ear cleaner and a fruit platter.

“Crow-san, your match was amazing!”

Perhaps thinking I was down, Yuyu offered words of encouragement.

“Thanks. But speaking of which, you said the king was kind, but isn’t he terrible?”

From what I’ve seen, he’s both tyrannical and underhanded.

“Women who get attention like me are rare, so compared to others, he’s kind.”

“Hmm.”

The matches proceeded, and it was narrowed down to six people.

The pairings were announced before the break.

Garga vs. Garus

Horus vs. Delga

The other two were beastmen from the North and the South.

Hmm, this is rigged.

“The king must want to crush Garga and Horus.”

“If he crushes them, he won’t have to worry about marriage interference. Although I feel there’s more to it…”

“Right. Well then, let’s go have a word with the king.”

“Heh heh, this is perfect. If things go this way, I can crush them completely. Heh… serves them right.”

“Excuse us—”

“What!?”

“Hello, I’m Crow, the leader.”

When I entered the room, the king and his aides seemed surprised. Well, of course.

“You’re the leader? Ha ha ha, what will a leader who loses to his team do?”

“I’m the weakest in the guild. Besides, manipulating the matchups like this shows you’re not very confident, huh?”

The king frowned and grabbed the collar of my shirt.

“You little brat!”

He’s full of himself.

He probably thinks I’m weak because I lost to Garga.

Fel and Yuyu appear from behind.

Fel looks at me and the king and says,

“Let. Go.”

“…Yes.”

Ah, he let go. Weak to women, perhaps?

“Hmph, so you came to complain about the matchups? Sorry, but I can’t change them. I have the authority here.”

“I didn’t come to ask for a change. We have the upper hand, you see. What we came to say is…”

“I will also be present as a judge.”

Fel says.

The king and his aides frowned. They seem to be opposed.

We’ve watched the matches, and the judges are fair, so there’s no need for Fel to be there, but…

Fel smiles at them and says one thing.

“You can stop the match no matter what happens, right?”

And she checks them with just a glance.

“No matter what happens” is an odd phrase.

“Fine, I’ll allow it…”

The king says reluctantly.

Garga and Horus. They’re obedient in front of us, but… I wonder what will happen.

“Ahem, the matches between Garga and Garus and Horus and Delga will be double due to a sudden change.”

The announcement is made, and the four contestants who have entered the arena face each other.

“I never thought you’d make it to the main event. I’ve underestimated your abilities; you’re almost at my level. But in the end, you’re just second to me… worthless.”

“…”

Garus wears a confident smile, while Garga, unfazed, is lightly warming up.

“Hey, long time no see, Horus.”

Delga looks down on him with a contemptuous smile.

That smile would be more fitting for someone fantasizing about violating a woman.

“Your woman was amazing, Horus. Thanks for being so weak; it made it easy to steal her away.”

Delga whispers so only Horus can hear.

Each match is fraught with personal grudges.

Garus and Delga seem quite relaxed.

Their arms are as strong as a beast’s, and their legs as thick as logs. In contrast to Garga and Horus’s human forms, which are slender and frail, they possess overwhelmingly powerful physiques. And it’s not just their arms and legs; their muscular upper bodies are also formidable. These aren’t just bodies built for show but honed for battle.

No one doubts they’ll lose due to the overwhelming difference in physique.

“Hey, hey! Are you guys sure you can afford to be so relaxed?”

“Show them the power of the top beastmen!”

Cheers, and vulgar laughter echo from the audience.

“Hey, Garus, Delga! You know what happens if you lose! You must win!”

The king sneers with a strained face.

It’s more to vent his frustrations than to encourage them.

The arena is at peak excitement. Ninety percent of the audience predicts a win for Garus and Delga.

“Double match, Garga vs. Garus, Horus vs. Delga! The match begins!”

(He came back… He’s become a complete idiot, hasn’t he?)

Delga looks at Horus with pitiful eyes and laughs.

A glance at the audience shows Miri waving her hand.

(There’s no way I’d lose to a dropout like him. After I’ve thoroughly beaten him, maybe I’ll talk with Miri… Give him another trauma.)

The match starts, and in the blink of an eye—

A swooshing sound, followed by a thud as something hits the ground.

“Eh, ah, ugh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah—!?”

Delga’s cries of agony echo.

Staring at his missing right arm, he screams incoherently.

Blood spurts out, staining the ground.

Horus’s hand has transformed into a paw, and blood drips from its formidable claws.

Delga, now missing an arm, backs away from Horus, who approaches to continue his attack.

“Wai-, sto—”

“Because I was weak and careless, you stole her away… That’s why I won’t hold back this time.”

Horus declares, filled with negative emotions.

Then, he kicks him away with full force.

The satisfying sound of the kick resonates, sending him tumbling like a soccer ball.

The old Horus would never have been this brutal.

Even Miri in the audience is shocked by his transformation.

Garga grins and chuckles deep in his throat. Garus reacts.

“What’s so funny!?”

“I was just thinking, losing an arm isn’t something to make such a fuss about.”

“Huh? It’s an arm, you know. For beastmen, our bodies are our weapons. You wouldn’t understand; you dropped out!”

“Well, I’ve lost everything once, you see. But you wouldn’t understand that.”

His eyes are sharp.

He’s never seen his brother like this before.

“What’s with that face? Aren’t you grateful to us for letting you stay in the beastman country? To hold a grudge over something like this, you’re ungrateful!”

Garus barks, unable to hide his agitation.

In a fit of momentum, Garus lunges at Garga, but it’s caught before he can even swing his arm. Then, with a simple twist, he’s unceremoniously thrown to the ground.

“Damn it!”

“Looks like you’ve lost your touch, big brother.”

“Tsk, you bastard!”

Garus shakes off Garga’s hold and swings at him.

Right, left, right, left… all dodged.

“Damn it! Why can’t I hit you?!”

Frustrated, Garus tries a kick.

Garga dodges by dropping to the ground, and as Garus completes his kick, Garga lands a heavy, fast punch aimed at his abdomen.

Struck, Garus bends like the letter ‘く’ in mid-air, spitting out saliva.

“Gah! cough cough!”

He’s taken a heavy hit.

Once upon a time, he would have been in that position.

From a distance, Garga launches a kick with his left leg.

No time to rest.

Each attack elicits a groan.

Five or six ribs are broken.

…It hurts.

Wounds appear here and there.

…It hurts.

He can feel his body slowly but surely losing heat.

…It hurts.

“So, if being second-best is trash, what does that make you, losing to the second-best?”

There’s no time for mockery.

They fight for a complete and utter victory.

Memories flash through the minds of Garga and Horus.

A year after leaving the beastman country, Garga and Horus met Crow in the forest. Beside him were Lulu, Lofia, Lafia, and Fel.

“Let’s talk.” 

Said Crow.

Back then, the two felt looked down upon even by humans.

In a rage, they attack, but the four women thoroughly beat them.

Their once-prided strength and intelligence were no match for the four.

They had nothing; they couldn’t win anything.

They were true dropouts.

The two lie flat on their backs, completely drained, and they share a dry smile.

“Would you like to join my guild?” Crow had asked them.

Taking Crow’s words lightly, they joined the guild. They learned that the members had pasts as painful as their own and decided to improve together.

Gradually, their goal shifted from surpassing the women in the guild to protecting Crow, and they never spared any effort.

That’s why—they are strong.

The sound of blood and breaking bones, all these gruesome noises, dominate the silent arena.

No matter how you look at it, Garga and Horus are overwhelmingly strong.

The outcome is clear, yet they continue. Their demon-like figures strike while being splattered with blood.

“Wow, they’re playing the villains well.” 

Crow, who was watching from the special seats, comments.

“Um, Crow-san…”

“Hm? Ah, Yuyu, you might not want to watch this. Want me to cover your eyes?”

“N-no…”

Yuyu trembles at their strength, their brutality, their very presence.

“Scared? This is the terrifying power of those who have been cast aside. They crush their enemies overwhelmingly, making them lose the will to fight. Cruelly, tragically… because that’s what we, the Devil’s Triumphal Return, are.”

Well, don’t overdo the gloating, okay? After all, you guys are the stronger ones.