15 Sword, Greed, Until Our King Returns.

Narrator POV:

"Should we interfere, Freya-sama?"

Looking at the scene shown by the divine mirror. Ottar who just arrived after changing guard duty with Allen, the vice-captain of the Freya Familia.

He asked his doubts. Not believing that a rookie who was an adventurer for only one day could fight and win against 5 experienced adventurers.

"There is no need, Ottar that young man is not as weak as you think. There should be no problem with him dealing with that trash"

As she looked at what the divine mirror showed, curious about what would happen next. The silver-haired goddess, lying on a comfortable sofa, responded.

"Furthermore, my divine intuition tells me that this may lead to a qualitative change in him"

Thinking about what her intuition told her, which seemed more active than ever when it came to that young man. She felt joy in her heart as she knew what that fact was implying.

But she also felt confused as to why the progress of that "sword" stopped...

***

"By the way, god Miach, do you happen to know any public bathrooms nearby?"

As they walked down one of the thousands of side streets. Mikhael asked God about the location of somewhere to wash away the smell of blood emanating from his body.

After all, he still had a date to go to later. And he wasn't shameless enough to show up without looking presentable at the very least.

"Public bathrooms, you say? As I remember, there is one a few blocks away."

The god responded after thinking for a few seconds. Taking into account his current location and that of the nearest bathrooms, he explained how to easily get there.

After all, there were not a few public baths in Orario. Since adventurers often returned with all kinds of smells from the dungeon and the hygiene of the city had to be maintained.

"I see, thanks for the help, god Miach, I'll head over there right now if you don't mind"

"It's nothing, I'll go back home. Surely my daughter is waiting for me, see you tomorrow, boy"

Smiling softly, the god said goodbye and began walking in the direction of his home. While he thought it was an unexpectedly entertaining walk.

"See you tomorrow, God Miach"

Looking at Miach's cheerful back, Mikhael confirmed his view of the gods. Although many only came to the lower world for entertainment.

That didn't mean they were purely evil or didn't care about anything. After all, there were more than a few gods like Miach and Hestia.

Being that even Loki, one of the most chaotic gods in heaven, became attached to the Familia she built.

Putting aside his thoughts, he walked in a different direction than the one Miach indicated. While his face lost his characteristic faint smile.

After walking for a few minutes while he headed towards an abandoned area of ​​the city. More precisely towards an even more isolated alley.

"It's time for you to go out, isn't it?"

Looking at the seemingly empty road in front of him. The young man spoke to himself as he looked back with an expressionless face toward where he came from.

"Tsk, I told you your stealth was shit, he probably found us because of you, Leopold."

"Huh?, My fault?, Bastard, are you sure that the one who he saw wasn't you?"

"Stop it, the rookie just has good detection skills, it is not like you two have any talent in stealth either."

A group of 5 men left a corner of the alley, more exactly along the path where Mikhael came from.

Laughing nonchalantly until the one who seemed to be the leader stopped his stupid talk.

"Young man, you let that god go earlier because you had noticed us, right? I can respect that."

The leader said it was a bearded man in his 40s, burly and with a stocky physique with a small but sincere amount of respect. Demonstrating a much sharper mind than the other members.

"What?! He noticed us and yet he stayed alone on purpose?!"

"What do you think you are? Some kind of hero? Hahahahaha"

Two other members of the group who did not come with good intentions. a spearman and a swordsman, were surprised and laughed contemptuously.

"Tch, let's do this quickly, I don't want to see the face of this annoying handsome boy with delusions of grandeur anymore."

The last member, a man with an overly thin appearance and ugly scars all over his face.

Hurried them as he thought about what he would buy once he got the money to sell the young man in front of them.

"Therefore whatever you desire for men to do to you, you shall also do to them; for this is the law and the prophets."

The young man who had stood there, silent as he just watched the group with an expressionless face and eyes like a calm lake.

Suddenly quoted a phrase that was unknown to the adventurers. But that two of them were able to understand.

"Don't do what you don't want done to you, huh?"

The thin man commented. Savoring the phrase while he simply looked at what he thought was a young man trying to reason.

"There is no need to fight, I have no grudge against you nor you against me"

"Hahaha, what kind of nonsense is he talking? He can't even ask for mercy properly."

"It doesn't matter, leader, this time it is your turn. Just knock him out, so we can take his belongings, and then sell him to the pleasure district, kekeke."

"Surely one of those crazy Amazons will squeeze him to death, I don't know whether to envy or pity him, hahaha"

"That would happen if some man with a special hobby doesn't buy him first, there are a lot of gods like that, hahaha"

The duo along with the remaining adventurer simply stood against the wall of a street. While they watched the surroundings, thanking their luck that they were on a secondary street far from the main streets.

Probably no one would come here and even if they noticed the combat they would only be late. The unlucky rookie had chosen a good location for them.

"Young man, don't blame us. Just blame the gods for being born with good looks but not the strength to match your looks."

Saying hypocritical words to crush the tiny guilt that threatened to grow in what little he had left of conscience.

The leader of the group, who had been hunting rookies for years. Simply chose easy work by avoiding exploring the dungeon and simply robbing and kidnapping rookies without luck or support from a strong Familia.

While they avoided being caught by the guild thanks to some help from some members of the Ishtar Familia. Agaist whose the guild had their hands practically tied against, that man simply advanced towards the young man.

Approaching the rookie still standing there looking at him. The leader only used his fists, trying to hit him to render him unconscious to capture him.

He didn't even draw his weapon. After all, he was a veteran with several years of experience, with at least 200 in all of his stats.

Being that the other members were relatively equal in strength. With him being only slightly stronger, smarter, and more experienced.

Defeating a rookie who had probably only defeated one or two goblins on his first day was like stealing candy from a baby.

Confident of himself, he used all of his strength and speed in the punch he threw. Trying to be cautious and avoid being careless thanks to what his years in this business had taught him.

After all, from time to time talented geniuses would appear who managed to resist for a bit. But of course, then they would be beaten by the entire group until they were knocked out.

(But no matter how much they fight or beg, it is useless. In the end, the dreams and bodies of the talented are destroyed by thirsty Amazons)

Looking at the young man who was still standing there just watching his attack approach.

For a moment, he felt sorry for him, but that pity was instantly erased by the greed of what he would get when he sold him into slavery.

"Huh?!"

As he looked at his arm that failed to attack his target even after attacking with all his strength.

He couldn't help but doubt his eyes as he saw the young man right in front of him, having easily dodged the attack.

(That is... footwork?!...and this speed?!...what kind of monster we provo-)

As his eyes widened in horror, he tried to scream for help, only just before a sound could leave his throat...

He saw the last thing he would ever see in his life, a hand that with a firm five-fingered grip grabbed his head and slammed it into the ground.

Crushing it against the ground that was also destroyed by the impact.

"..."

They looked at the body of their leader with his head buried in the ground. While he had a few last instinctive movements and blood dripped between the cobblestones of the street.

The bandits' minds went blank. As they desperately tried to understand what had happened to their leader.

(I killed a human...)

Standing up and looking at his trembling hands he felt the vomit trying to rise his throat along with the twist caused by guilt somewhere in his being.

(But why is my mind still so calm?...)

The young man questioned himself, surprised but at the same time not, feeling like his mind didn't fluctuate at all. As if the head he crushed was just one of the goblins in the dungeon that he did the same to.

"No matter how much you try to look like a good person with that fake smile, it won't change the fact that you are a monster who only brings misfortune to the people around you."

The words full of disdain, contempt, and fear that his stepmother had said to him. A few weeks after the death of the woman he loved, resonated in his mind.

The pregnant woman looked at him as if he were a plague, clearly rejecting his presence in her home. That was the day before he moved alone to another house of his own.

(I guess after all a dream like that from my childhood is inappropriate for a person like me...)

Forcibly stopping any instinctive reaction from his body, while he seemed to hear a voice deep in his heart.

A voice that told him that it didn't matter...as long as he could keep what he loved...it didn't matter if he was a monster...that to protect his loved ones it was natural to kill his enemies...that foolish dreams wouldn't achieve anything...

Raising his eyes, he looked at the remaining enemies in front of him. As his body began to burn and his fighting spirit surged.

They, after barely being able to compose themselves while trying to resist the fear that grew in their hearts.

They looked at the person, no, the monster in front of them. Who was looking at them with trembling and agitated eyes, not at all calm as before.

Eyes became increasingly sinister as the group felt their instincts screaming with the greatest force in all of their lives. Desperately urging them to fight or run.

"Damn it, don't think you're anything just for managing to catch the boss off guard!!!"

"We will kill you and then we will find out who your Familia is so we can kill them too!!!"

The duo of previously carefree fools, with no regard for the boy's life. Rushed towards their target, shouting in uncontrollable rage as their brains chose to fight.

"..."

The young man just looked at them with increasingly penetrating eyes. As they advanced towards him, before disappearing as he did previously against the leader.

((What the hell?!...))

Looking at the young man who suddenly appeared in the middle of both of them. Who were still running, with their hands occupied by their weapons.

The supposedly inexperienced rookie had his hands extended to both sides. In front of their faces, while the two bandits only saw his palms, before suffering the same fate as their leader.

Their faces were pushed back along with the force of the inertia of their running. Right against the floor as their lives faded in the hands of the monster they awakened.

"Damn it! damn it!!, damn it!!!"

Looking at what happened to his teammates while he hesitated about whether to use his trump card that he hid even from his team.

"You bastard, take this and go to hell!!!"

Screaming almost madly with red eyes from the rage of having to use that thing in his hands that cost him so much to get.

The thin adventurer who seemed like the second mind of the team, swung a strange sword, a magic sword more precisely.

While they were not as over-the-top as the legendary Crozzo magic swords. Many blacksmiths forged and sold weapons that allowed non-magical adventurers to launch a few magical attacks.

Looking at the flames spreading towards the young man, who in turn only raised a hand towards the flames. The thin adventurer shouted with a sense of triumph.

"Hahaha, that's a magic sword, you can't do anything no matter how strong you are, now, die!!!"

Looking at the magical attack coming towards him, Mikhael only uttered two words while waving the blue sword that just materialized in his hand.

"Full Counter"

"Huh?..."

Staring in disbelief at the attack that swung back at him. The thing adventurer could only watch as the flames engulfed him as he spoke his last words.

"Skill?!"

Barely managing to compose himself, the last adventurer, a coward whose mind couldn't even choose between fight or flight. Stood with his feet rooted to the ground, while he luckily survived the magic attack thanks to where he was standing.

"P-please spare my life!!!"

He simply knelt in front of the young man as his forehead touched the ground, begging for his life.

"I killed your companions, don't you resent me?"

Looking at the young man in front of him, who was looking at him with a face still without expression but eyes now firm. He felt a vague hope of surviving if he answered the questions.

"O-of course not! We're not companions, we just got together out of interest. We didn't have any feelings for each other and we had even abandoned or betrayed former members when was necessary"

With crazy eyes that saw only his possible survival, the coward told the truth about his group, about how they used each other without any attachment. Without noticing how the young man's eyes became more and more cold.

"And about the novice adventurers sold as slaves to the Ishtar Familia?"

"T-that was because we managed to arrange a deal with the Ishtar Family that contacted us years ago. We captured adventurers without powerful connections and handed them over to them"

While saliva flew from his mouth like a mad dog without any dignity. He exposed all the secrets of his group to live.

"And they used their connections with slavers to sell them or if they were beautiful women they placed them in their brothels."

Putting on an unpleasant and fawning smile. The coward crossed his hands while trying to appear as sincere as possible.

"O-of course that you, O-oh powerful adventurer-sama, are different from those pathetic beings who could only cry and moan while begging for someone to save them"

"Okay, since you answered what I wanted...

Looking with joy at the young man who suddenly had a faint smile that the coward took as a symbol of good humor. He prepared to thank and run away.

(Stupid rookie, when I manage to escape, I'll go and tell those idiots of Ishtar Familia about you and your skills. Then when they capture you, I'll make sure to crush your head under my feet)

...now you can die"

(Huh?)

It was the coward's last thought as his field of vision began to rotate in the air. Along with his head that got separated from his body by the young man's sword.

(As expected, I really can't be like those benevolent heroes who casually forgive villains without even hesitation)

Dematerializing his sword, while he watched the scene of carnage with slightly drooping eyes. The young man simply turned around and left in the direction of the public baths.

(It seems that the role of a demon king would suit me better than that of a hero after all)

As the young man's back disappeared into the distance. His mood was evidenced by his back which seemed less animated than when he was talking to Eina a short time ago.

(Ishtar Familia...)

Only a scene straight out of a horror movie was left behind. Which was common in certain parts of the city, evidencing what caused excessive greed and stagnation.

***

"Explain yourself, liliruca"

"Yeah, even if it is you, we will kill you"

Two Amazons were standing on a roof near where the fight between Mikhael and 6 adventurers occurred. While they looked at their vice-leader who stopped them from helping the young man.

Looking at the Pallum with bloodshot eyes and marked veins on her face. The twins questioned with barely contained fury.

The only reason they stopped was the fact that the leader, the platinum blonde-haired man. Had told them before he left years ago to follow the Pallum's orders in special situations until he returned.

"I'm just following an order that Mikhael-sama himself left me."

Turning around and looking at her companions and rivals. The Pallum responded as she maintained a fake faint smile, hiding behind her back her tightly clenched hands.

"If I saw that he was not yet mature enough, I would leave him alone for a few days until "The king came out of the pit."

"Damn midget, what the hell does that mean?"

"I Don't know"

"Huh?!?"

"But he told me that if he still looked green and doubtful, I should wait a few days, until after something happens to him. After "coming out of that pit and getting infinitely closer to my current self" were his words. "

"You should have noticed it by now, right?"

"Of course, how could we not notice his massive difference in behavior and temperament!?"

"Then trust me, no, trust the leader and wait patiently."

"Wait until Our King returns"