Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 152.3

“You guys, break her limbs and bring her to me. You can’t get paid for killing her. You girls bring chairs and booze. This will be my own private spectator area.  Let’s watch how a crazy fool like you dies.”

The ladies left Batir to get the drinks and chairs, and he turned his back on me to go to his special seat.

“Get screwed.”

[Ooooohhh!!!]

At that moment, the beastmen surrounding me shouted angrily and attacked.

As if not remembering that they had been ordered not to kill me, they aimed their serious slashes at me which I avoided by backing away from the beastmen, then moving to slash the ankles of the three who were approaching me with my Slashing Type Pendulum.

First one.

“You bi–“

I pulled out my dagger to deliberately carve out the throat of a man whose vision was blocked by the spray of blood, from the first enemy I finished off with my knife. Then using a general-purpose pendulum released from the shadow of my cloak pierced the throat of the dog-beastman who had been cut in the ankle. 

Two and Three.

“Daaaaah!”

One aimed a long sword at my neck and the other a spear at my leg.

My heel stepped on the tip of the spear, which was a fraction of a second too early due to the difference in timing, and I ran up the spear and avoided the sword, at the same time tearing the swordsman’s neck with a sickle type pendulum that I released.

It kicked out the other’s jaw with the blade of in my toe and jumped over him, using him as a stepping stone, while as I launched a heavy type pendulum at the cat-beastman who was far away, crushing his skull.

Six.

“Hiyaaaa!!!”

I deflected the gatekeeper’s axe, which he brandished with a screeching cry, by striking it from the side with my hand, and while diving into his bosom as if sliding, I struck him in the face with my elbow, causing him to fall to the ground, and then I flung the axe, which still had momentum, at Batir.

The axe closed in on Batir.

Just as the blade was about to hit Batir, he intercepted the flying axe by grabbing a chair that his mistress had brought with her and knocking it off.

“…tsk.”

Batir turned my way, and for the first time, Batir’s face contorted in irritation as I stood among the corpses, with more than half of the men he sent killed in just that few seconds.

“You’re trying your best, woman. If you’re going to go that far, it’s no longer possible to keep you alive.”

“Can you really do that?”

“I didn’t say I’d kill you in person, did I?”

Batir clapped his hands.

As if waiting for the sound, the murderous intent of the atmosphere thickened and the inhabitants rose from all the shacks on the street, from the alleys, from the shadows by the roadside.

An old man who looked like a beggar stood up with a blade, a well-dressed middle-aged woman held a kitchen knife, and a boy who seemed like he had not yet come of age held a rusty machete and laughed with glittering eyes.

Beastmen with weapons in their hands. Waves of people, young and old, men and women, surrounded me.

There were roughly two hundred or so people in sight.

“Did you think these people here are just residents and their families? The Munza Group is a group of beastmen. Women, children, everyone in the group is part of the Munza Group.

“…”

I see. They act just like beasts.

Even if they were Rank 1, even if they had no combat skills, the violence of numbers would overwhelm everything.

I quietly ready my blade for the wave of people slowly closing in with weapons at the ready, and Batir sat down in the new chair his mistress had brought and drank straight from a bottle.

“Don’t think you can escape, woman. Don’t die easily until I finish my drink. Come on, keep on struggling. This is just the beginning!”

At the sound of Batir’s voice, a wave of people stepped forward.

But just then, a faint whistle sounded in the distance.

The beastmen with good ears, including Batir, faintly looked up at the sky.

Noticing the sound, I gave a slight sneer with just my mouth.

I asked Ron to keep an eye on the Kirli Trading Company’s movements and asked Camille to rescue Chaco.

I moved head-on to buy time for that, but that wasn’t the only reason.

If the Munza Group were only a few hundred people, I could end up assassinating them one by one from the top, just like what I did with the Assassins’ Guild. But with an organization of this size, mere assassination would only incite anger, and there was a fear of retaliation against the children of strangers.

I felt it was necessary to let the Munza Group know the pointlessness of fighting me, just like the Assassins’ Guild and the Thieves’ Guild.

The problem was that when they realized that I was a threat, even if I could rescue Chaco, they could still target me, but there were no more “shackles” holding me back.

Common sense told me that there was no way that I could defeat these numbers on my own.

However, the true “strength” I seek was found when I overcame this obstacle.

I took off my cloak, heavy with blood, and my peach blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight, the footsteps of the oncoming wave of people slightly disrupted.

This is where it all begins, you say? That’s my line.

“You are all my food.”

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