Volume 1 Chapter 9 There Is No Medicine Other Than Hitting for Idiots Who Go Crazy With Extreme Theories.
A mansion exists in Jewel City Lapis.
It is known as the 'Luster Report headquarters.'
Normally, to run a big mansion, you need enough servants, but like Tiaris being a 'maid,' Luster Report has a 'servant team.'
However, right now, only Horace, Rangella, and Tiaris are using it, so it feels empty.
Horace has returned to the 'LR headquarter.'
He is holding a sturdy bag that makes a clinking sound.
After training Rangella in the former boss room of the Great Mine of Gold World (Kinsekai), he probably went deeper to collect ore alone.
Normally, to enter the 'inner' area, you need to make a lot of contributions to the Dragonstone Kingdom, but since he already has a permit, it seems he came in and out easily.
...But there is a young man approaching Horace with a look full of impatience.
It's Guodrel, with his hand on the hilt of his holy sword at his waist.
"Hey!"
"Huh?"
Guodrel shouted, and Horace turned around.
"Your disciple has lent money to the Count Imodeth family, and it's a huge amount. You need to tell them to cancel it!"
"..."
Horace paused for a moment.
More than that, he did not know that Luster Report had lent money to anyone.
Sure, he could have guessed, but he thought money issues were something they would handle themselves, so he stayed out of it.
However, seeing Guodrel's expression, Horace realized it was really a 'dangerous amount' of money.
"If I say something, they will probably burn the contract right there."
"Then hurry and tell them──"
"Just remember, the money you borrowed was earned by defeating powerful monsters without any help during their journey to slay the Demon Lord. To renege on that is to deny their progress."
"Shut up! I'm the eldest son of the Count family, the greatest nation in the world. You, a mere civilian, have the duty to obey my orders!"
He drew his holy sword from his hip.
Without hesitation, he pointed it at Horace.
Guodrel's eyes were shining twistedly, not in his right mind.
But Horace merely glared back...
"Stop."
He whispered.
In the next moment, Guodrel's body went still.
Struggling for breath, Guodrel tried to move his body.
But he couldn't move at all.
Not even a millimeter.
"...eh, uh, my, ah, eh..."
"As I said in the dungeon, magic seeks stability. The human body stores magic in a place different from the physical dimension, but the holy sword reinforces the body by flooding it with magic. With just a little 'pressure' to assert 'My word is law,' it's even possible to bind someone like this."
"Ugh, ack, ahh..."
"Only someone who can resist my pressure can move in front of me while wielding the holy sword. I'm a Golem Master. I don't care about any quirks, but don't you dare call yourself my enemy if you can't even use a Golem."
Horace let out a 'phew' through his right palm, forming a fist and slowly walking towards Guodrel.
"W, wait, just..."
"You've never felt pain, have you? That's why you don't understand. You think 'hating pain' is nothing."
"S, stop, please stop!"
"For fools who don't listen to others, there's no cure but a iron fist. Might even break your teeth. For now, one punch. 'Take it without a fight.'"
Horace swung his fist and slammed it right into Guodrel's face.
"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
He was sent flying backwards, rolling on the ground, kicking up dust before finally coming to a stop... unconscious.
"...haa"
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