The Ugly Orc Strikes Back ~ Reincarnated as the Cruel Crown Prince of a Twisted Doujin Eroge with No Happy Endings, But as an Inexperienced Guy, Cruel Play is a Hopeless Challenge, So I'll Give My Best to Break the Flags and Strive for Survival ~ - Chapter 59: Duel with the Mob Holy Knight

Chapter 59: Duel with the Mob Holy Knight

“If you want to know, then come at me with all you’ve got, you ‘Ugly Orc.'”

Batista slowly unsheathed his sword from its scabbard. It seems like he has chosen to fight us.

“Are you sure about this? We have Ilse, Ophelia, and even Clarice on our side. You realize you’re outmatched, right?”

“Don’t underestimate me. I am a Holy Knight of the Minerva Holy Church, renowned in the Western countries.”

What is he even saying? A Holy Knight may be an elite unit, but he’s still just a mob. He’s nowhere near the level of our main heroines, Ilse and Ophelia.

“Well, I doubt someone like you, an ‘Ugly Orc,’ could ever fight alone.”

Batista smirks, clearly trying to provoke me.

Ah, I see. Is he trying to goad me into a one-on-one duel?

“If you have the guts, I don’t mind facing you one-on-one. Though, I suppose an ‘Ugly Orc’ like you can only hide behind your attendant and Princess Ophelia.”

“You bastard!”

“Shut up!”

Why are Ilse and Ophelia getting provoked by this? We could just ignore him.

But still,

“It’s fine.”

Holding back the two, I nodded without changing my expression.

“Oh? Are you sure? Someone like you is no match for me.”

“We won’t know unless we try.”

“No, I know. Your swordsmanship is solely defensive. You won’t stand a chance against me.”

Looking at Batista, who was speaking with a smug expression, I couldn’t help but feel somewhat incredulous. Sure, he’s right about me being lackluster in offense, but

“Louie-sama, you don’t have to waste your time on this. Please command me, Ilse, to eliminate this insolent man right before you.”

“No… I want to fight him myself. So, Ilse, please support me.”

“But…”

“Ilse, let Ludwig do as he wants. Trust me… Ludwig would never lose to someone like him.”

Trying to convince Ilse, Ophelia turned toward me and smiled. It’s nice to be trusted that much, but I apologize if I end up falling short.

“Hmph… Well, I’ll give you credit for having guts. But if I win, you lot have to back off.”

“Aha, I thought you’d say that. But if I win, you have to spill everything.”

“Pff… Hahaha! That will never happen! But fine, let’s do it!”

The mob Holy Knight laughs uproariously, holding his stomach in derision. It’s irritating, but the future he describes seems likely enough that I can’t simply refute it.

Well, if I lose, I’ll just ignore that promise anyway.

“Shall we begin, then?”

I unsheathed my dual-blade Sakura from their scabbard and pointed their tips toward Batista.

“Hmph… I’ll show you your place!”

With those words as the signal, the mob Holy Knight readied his sword and charged. For the record, Batista is wearing armor, which I assume was anticipated. Man, he’s petty.

—Clang!

“…You can handle this much? Then how about this!”

Apparently displeased that his initial strike was parried, Batista’s face turned red as he launched a series of attacks.

But… well, this is my first time crossing blades with him, and compared to Ophelia, his strikes are lighter, and he lacks the speed of Ilse.

Not impressive at all.

Even Clarice-san, another mob, has more creative variations in her attacks and is much stronger.

“Batista… Answer me this, why did you betray Natalia-san?”

“!”

It seems my question has struck a nerve; the mob Holy Knight’s attacks intensify. But he’s still not even close to Ophelia’s level.

Then,

“It’s because of you.”

“Me?”

“You! You seduced the Holy Maiden! She’s an emissary of the Goddess Minerva and the most exalted, unique being in this world! And yet… you have defiled her!”

“Haaaa!?”

At Batista’s outrageous statement, I couldn’t help but raise my voice.

No, no, no, what is he talking about?

Even if the Saint is promiscuous, I haven’t touched her!

“…Louie-sama.”

“Is… is this true?”

Wait, wait, wait! Ilse and Ophelia, don’t look at me like that!

As for Clarice-san… Ah, she’s giving a chuckle. As always, she’s the only one who seems to understand the situation.

“Don’t spout nonsense! You’ll give Ilse the wrong idea!”

“What nonsense! Ever since you got involved, she changed! Her saintly compassion, her gaze, her smiles—all have been directed solely at you!”

Batista tries to overpower me in a clash of swords, but I may look thin, however, I weigh around 200 kg, just like an “Ugly Orc.” You’re just a mere mob character; you can’t move me.

But… maybe he’s just misunderstanding the situation, harboring resentment, and putting the Holy Maiden on the brink of death while feigning concern.

What an idiot.

Really, such an idiot.

—Screech!

“!?”

“…HOW DARE YOU!!!”

With all my strength, I send Batista flying, shouting out loud.