Chapter 91. Bullying? Then Why Don't You Try Bullying Me Instead

I Will Eventually Embark on the Path of No Return Called a Hero [Arc2] - 91. Bullying? Then Why Don't You Try Bullying Me Instead

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"Your expressions are very strange right now. I know what you're thinking, so please stop it immediately."

Cyd looked seriously at Lord El-Melloi II, as well as Caules and Gray standing behind him. His clear eyes were convincing—if not for the fact that on his lap lay Olga-Marie, with red eyes that hinted she had just been crying.

Cough, cough!

"What... are you doing?" Lord El-Melloi II sat across from Cyd, taking out a cigarette, though his trembling hands made it hard to light.

He was shaken.

"I saw a child trying too hard," Cyd said while gently stroking Olga-Marie's head. "So I just helped her be a little more honest with herself."

"That... that didn't happen!" Olga-Marie blushed, struggling to get up.

She was representing her family, after all. If she appeared undignified in front of another Lord, it would be utterly disgraceful.

Though she had already lost face.

This time, Cyd didn't stop Olga-Marie.

"How do you feel?" Cyd chuckled.

"I don't know!" Olga-Marie shouted at Cyd before turning and diving into the bed, wrapping herself in the blanket like a cocoon.

It was... just a bit comforting, that's all…

Olga-Marie clutched the blanket tightly.

Cyd and Lord El-Melloi II exchanged a glance, then both nodded.

Olga-Marie needed some time alone.

And they had more important matters to attend to.

"It's almost time."

Lord El-Melloi II frowned as he noticed the darkening sky.

This was a trap.

But even knowing that, he would still walk into it, for he had a reason he absolutely couldn't back down from.

Lord El-Melloi II tightened his grip on the letter in his hand.

"Master..." Gray looked worriedly at Lord El-Melloi II's back, feeling as if he might disappear at any moment.

"Don't worry," Cyd said, placing a hand on Gray's head. "He'll be fine."

Boom!

A red lightning bolt flashed through the clouds, then struck the train.

"They're here," Cyd's eyes sharpened.

"Behind!" Gray raised her voice. "Master, on the roof of the train!"

"They've come!"

Lord El-Melloi II clenched his fists. Just as he was about to climb up the ladder nearby, a force exploded from behind his collar.

He... was thrown up.

Though he landed steadily on the train roof, cold sweat broke out on Lord El-Melloi II's back.

Someone had just tossed him up!

And it could only be one person!

"Up you go!" Cyd threw Gray up as well before climbing up the ladder himself.

Gray's legs gave out, and she sat down on the train roof.

Why are all these heroes so thick-skinned!

But because Cyd had thrown him up, the enemy had the false impression that Lord El-Melloi II had jumped up on his own.

"I didn't expect you to actually come, but your entrance doesn't match your appearance at all," the woman who appeared in the lightning stroked her chin as she observed the "leaping onto the roof" Lord El-Melloi II. "I can't believe he actually served under someone like you, especially since you're... my least favorite type."

"You..." It was at that moment that Lord El-Melloi II got a good look at the woman's appearance.

Too similar...

Her demeanor, her attire—it was just like his King…

Could it be?!

"Although it's just to satisfy my curiosity..." the woman grinned. "You're just too annoying! You're practically a stain on his legacy, and now I'm going to kill you!"

Without warning, the woman drew a short sword and charged at the stunned Lord El-Melloi II.

"Master!" Gray shouted, rushing to stand in front of him.

"You..."

Clang!

Slender fingers, seemingly powerless, yet perfectly precise, caught the woman's short sword.

"Hey, is this how you plan to follow your King?" Cyd sighed. "Weren't you supposed to become someone he could rely on?"

Lord El-Melloi II's eyes narrowed, then he exhaled heavily. "Sorry, I lost my cool."

"Oh? To recover so quickly deserves some praise, but..." The woman's smile grew dangerous. "I should've warned you not to interfere."

"Who... are you?" Cyd tilted his head.

"I'm Hephaestion!" The woman's face twitched as she shouted, swinging a fist toward Cyd's head.

"Oh~ Now I remember," Cyd spun and kicked Hephaestion away. "That's what you call yourself."

"Hephaestion..." Lord El-Melloi II's expression grew grim. "A Servant!"

And a Servant of the King at that…

But why does this feel so off?

"As a Servant, bullying ordinary people is beneath you," Cyd cracked his neck. "Why don't you try bullying me instead?"

"I didn't expect there to be a warrior of your caliber in this era," Hephaestion stood up, clutching her stomach. "Not bad! Only the strong are worthy of being trampled!"

"I'll help you!" Gray raised her Add.

"Wait, this isn't an opponent you can handle," Lord El-Melloi II placed a hand on Gray's shoulder. "As frustrating as it is... we can only watch!"

"Master?" Gray tilted her head.

Why does Lord El-Melloi II look so desolate?

"Trample?" Cyd raised an eyebrow. "Me?"

Hephaestion laughed, raising her sword high, her posture exuding an arrogance that dismissed even the heavens. Lord El-Melloi II couldn't help but close his eyes.

Boom!

Thunder roared across the train roof as a massive chariot appeared behind Hephaestion. The skeletal wyverns pulling it roared at Cyd, and each step they took unleashed dazzling lightning.

"Can you withstand this?" Hephaestion leaped onto the chariot, grabbing the reins with both hands and yanking them hard. "The power of a hero!"

The chariot didn't charge at Cyd immediately but instead ascended into the sky, tracing a semicircle before diving down. Wrapped in purple lightning that could obliterate anything it touched, the chariot crashed down.

"The power of a hero isn't for show," Cyd sighed, extending his left hand and placing it on the [Reforged Pandora].

[Reforged Pandora]—Zeus Mode.

Cyd slowly raised the staff, aiming it at the chariot descending with the force of a thousand bolts. The crystals on his bracers, symbolizing Zeus' blessing, emitted a blinding light.

Boom!

If what Hephaestion displayed was superhuman power, then Gray could swear she witnessed the wrath of a natural disaster.

The atmosphere trembled, for this was a roar of the heavens that no human could produce.

Blinding lightning tore through the sky, scattering the thick clouds in an instant. Arcs of electricity danced in the air.

Cyd slowly lowered the staff.

"Maybe I overdid it a bit."