In the luxurious banquet hall, formally dressed musicians stood tall and proud, playing elegant music that flowed like water.
But at this moment, a jarring, discordant note disrupted the beautiful scene.
The bustling crowd was filled with righteous indignation, whispering among themselves.
“Bastard! How dare that dead fat pig harass her so blatantly!”
“Bah! He just got lucky with his birth!”
“Where are the Guniers? Isn't the host going to do anything?”
The obese Lagut threw his arms wide and laughed heartily.
“What's wrong? You commoner trash, can you only whisper useless nonsense?”
“This young master loves seeing those looks on your faces—loathing me, yet utterly powerless to do anything about it!”
“No... please don't.”
As the hunter youth glared with eyes practically spitting fire, the frail girl closed her eyes in despair.
Lagut let out a vulgar laugh, bending down to reach his hands toward the teary-eyed girl sitting on the floor.
But his outstretched hands froze in midair, unable to move a single inch closer.
“...!?”
A gentle breeze had firmly bound his body.
Lagut jiggled his layers of fat, his face flushing red as he struggled violently to break free.
“Who... who is it?! How dare you lay a hand on this young master! Do you want to get kicked out of Count Gunier's domain?!”
“Who... who is it?!”
He strained to turn his head, only to meet a pair of majestic, golden eyes.
Lynn looked down at him with an indifferent gaze.
“Who did you say was getting kicked out?”
Upon seeing the newcomer's face, Lagut's eyes went wide.
The alcohol-induced haze in his mind cleared up quite a bit. He rubbed his hands together with a sycophantic grin and said obsequiously, “B-Big Brother Lynn! My, what wind blew you over here?”
“Don't worry, this is just a minor matter. There's no need for you to step in.”
He pointed at the delicate girl. “Don't worry, Big Brother! If you've taken a liking to this little beauty, I definitely won't fight you for her!”
“So... do you think you could undo this wind magic? It was just a joke, right?”
His chubby face was squeezed into a tight smile, but he received no response whatsoever.
Like a clown performing a one-man show, Lynn walked right past him.
Lynn walked slowly over to the girl sitting on the floor.
He softened his tone. “What did he want to do to you?”
The hunter youth nearby scrambled to his feet and shielded the girl.
“M-My Lord, my sister is still just a child.”
“If she has offended you in any way, I, her brother, will apologize on her behalf!”
He bent his trembling knees, about to drop to the ground.
But a gentle breeze supported his knees, forcing him to stand.
“Stand up straight.”
Lynn patted the youth's shoulder.
“I wasn't asking you.”
He looked at the trembling girl and knelt down.
At that moment, deep blue and golden eyes met.
“Tell me. I'm listening.”
“That fat uncle said... he wanted me to go to his house for a drink.”
“...I see.”
Lynn gently patted the girl's head.
“Don't be afraid. You don't have to drink that glass of wine anymore.”
Lynn furrowed his brows.
This girl was only about seven or eight years old.
He glanced at the tense face of the hunter youth and patted his shoulder.
【Name: Anger】
【Physique: 2.1; Mana: 2.0】
【Hunter's Senses (Blue)】【Sword and Axe Mastery (Blue)】...
The name sounded a bit familiar... Ah, now he remembered. Wasn't this guy one of Lilian's subordinates in the game from his past life, a minor villain who also sought to overthrow the nobles of the North?
He was probably... around the level of a blue card? In the original plot, with something like this happening, it was no wonder he harbored such deep-seated hatred for the nobility.
Lynn muttered to himself, his interest waning.
“...How truly ugly.”
Lagut's sycophantic smile froze. “B-Big Brother Lynn, you heard her... I... I just wanted to be generous and buy this beautiful young lady a drink...”
“Ah, yes, I heard you.”
“So, I'll buy you a drink as well.”
“A drink bestowed by Big Brother Lynn! Don't you worry, I'll drink every single drop of it!”
Lynn picked up a wine glass from a nearby table.
A thin layer of frost coated the glass of the goblet. Under the dim lights, the pale yellow liquid took on a regal, golden hue.
He closed his eyes and tossed it casually.
Splash—
Lagut's beige robes were thoroughly drenched. He froze in place.
The pale yellow liquid trickled down his comically smiling face, pooling on the floor.
He stood there dazed, his fat face turning visibly red.
“L-Lynn! You!”
His undignified roar was brutally cut short.
The gentle breeze turned violent in an instant. The immense wind pressure forced him to his knees.
He was slammed face-first onto the ground in a comical sprawl.
Lynn didn't spare Lagut another glance.
He lowered his eyelids, unhurriedly wiping his hands with a handkerchief.
“I have certainly learned a thing or two about the Lagut family's upbringing today.”
He casually tossed the handkerchief onto the table before slightly turning his head.
“Publicly bullying commoners, causing a drunken scene, and spewing vulgarities—is this the proud family tradition of House Lagut?”
Lagut's lips trembled as he tried to defend himself, but the invisible wind pressure pinned him firmly to the ground, preventing him from uttering a single word.
“It seems you have completely forgotten the meaning of the word 'noble'.”
He paused slightly, his tone indifferent.
“What would your ancestors, who bled on the battlefield to establish your family's foundation, think of you if they saw you now?”
“Lagut, you are a disgrace to the entire North.”
He suddenly let out a soft chuckle.
“As I said, I'll buy you a drink.”
Lynn lightly tapped the puddle of wine on the floor with the tip of his boot.
“Since you failed to catch it, you'll have to drink it another way.”
The hall fell dead silent for a moment. Everyone understood the meaning of his words, yet they doubted their own ears.
Lagut's face turned as pale as ash.
“L-Lynn, you...” His voice trembled. “Don't push people too far!”
“Pushing you too far?”
As if he had heard a hilarious joke, Lynn burst into laughter.
“I am pushing you. What are you going to do about it?”
He looked down at Lagut, who was sprawled flat on the floor.
“Lagut, I am not negotiating with you.”
Lagut struggled desperately, his layers of fat shaking violently as his face turned crimson. He wanted to shout abuses, but the moment he met those golden eyes, the words caught in his throat.
Those eyes clearly conveyed two words:
“Do it.”
The hall was dead silent, with everyone's eyes locked onto the fat figure sprawled on the ground.
Lagut's face grew paler by the second.
Under the gaze of those golden eyes, he finally lowered his head.
The only sound left in the hall was the humiliating noise of swallowing.
A moment later, the puddle of wine on the floor was completely gone. He collapsed onto the ground, looking as if his bones had been removed.
Lynn looked down at him with an indifferent gaze.
“Very good.”
He turned to the tightly packed crowd and bowed with perfect aristocratic grace.
“You may disperse, everyone. As you can see, it was merely a farce.”
He raised his head, suddenly flashing a bright, sunny grin.
“However, if there is anyone else in the North who dares to bring shame upon the nobility while using my name...”
“I wouldn't mind buying them a drink as well.”
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