The Love Story Of A Self-Proclaimed Mob Character, A Young Man Who Has Been Doted On By The Story's Perfectly Beautiful Main Heroine - Chapter 18
Episode 18: A Battle Between the Hero and the Mob Character (4) Settlement
TL: lime
ED: Spynine01
“You’ll pay for it… if the manager finds out about the crack in the ceiling, then…” (see episode 10)
In the morning, Arata pointed at the ceiling and complained with a troubled face.
I didn’t think that the pillow I threw at him yesterday would somehow damage the ceiling.
I was honestly sorry and regretted it.
“I mean, why do you have to be so strong?”
Arata asked me, and I turned towards the door.
“There was someone important to me. I wanted to be strong before she came back. For days, months, years, I trained myself to my limits. But it was only my body that reached the limit, and I still had a long way to go to be able to catch up with her. One day, a sorceress came to the village and taught me a lot of things. She told me that if I wanted to become stronger, I should join the magic academy… She warned me that even if I had more physical ability than the average person, it would never be appreciated at the magic academy, and that I should not show it around because it would be meaningless.”
The power I have now is not good enough.
I can’t catch up with the heroes and Liza.
When I told her my feelings about it, the sorceress recommended me to the academy.
Thanks to her, I was exempted from the entrance exam and school fees.
I’m sure I’ll be stronger than I am now in this academy, and I couldn’t stop believing that, no matter what.
———
The shockwave from the sword knocked me down.
I got up, blood dripping from my forehead, and Lute slowly approached me.
I want to fall down like this.
My body is aching, my head is spinning.
This was not the stage for a person who had lived in the shadows his entire life to stand on.
It was a different world where there were only monsters present.
It was a place where a person like me could easily be eaten alive if I entered carelessly.
But…
“AHH!”
I don’t want to lose you again.
“AHHHHHH!!!”
I clenched my fists.
No matter how many times I was blown off, no matter how much my position was reset, I dragged my wounded body to get to Lute yet again.
My eyelids were swollen and my vision was narrowed.
My legs are bruised and my steps are getting smaller and smaller.
My body smells of iron and I feel sick as hell.
But still, Dorothy is watching me.
I don’t want to lose. If I lose, I’ll lose everything I have.
That’s the only thing I don’t want to happen.
“Hey, that’s… a bit too much…”
“Eh… t-that’s right.”
“I think it’s better if we stop this, right?”
The students began to notice the abnormality and began making a ruckus.
It’s hard to say that this is a fair fight.
This should actually be called a one-sided fight.
Even though there’s a difference in our strengths, Lute is repeatedly attacking me, who keeps getting up again and again.
Lute was as puzzled as the students.
Why doesn’t he stop?
Even if he comes at me with such a fragile body, he has no chance of winning, so why does he keep coming back?
Why can’t he just say he’s sorry?
Why is he showing such a shameful sight to everyone?
“Ugh… That’s enough!”
Lute was not pleased with the situation and angrily hit me.
I took the slightest chance visible and countered.
It’s the first and last time that I’ll give it my all.
I slammed my fist into his jaw with a seriousness I had never displayed before.
“AAH!”
He staggered, and I gave him one more shot.
It was not to be, and with all I had left in me, I finally fell to my knees on the ground, unable to move at all.
As I watched the blood spill onto the sand, I thought to myself, “I did pretty well for myself”.
I looked up to see Lute trying to fight back.
The other students immediately came to stop him instantly.
“Enough! It’s settled, you win!”
“…Tch!”
I’m not sure if it was the humiliation of being punched or not, but Lute was clenching his teeth and glaring at me with a look that was not typical of the hero to show to others.
But the students were right, it was he who had won.
Dorothy, who had been released, was running in a panic.
Her face was full of anxiety and she looked like she was about to cry.
Unexpectedly, however, she was hugging Lute, a sight that made me fall into even further despair.