It wasn’t hard to realize what this guy's intentions were.
With that relaxed smile and the carefully crafted tone of his voice, it was impossible not to notice.
I mean, is this idiot really all brain down below?
It's true that I look beautiful right now. If I keep my mouth shut, I resemble an adorable doll someone would want to hug.
However, the infamy tied to the name Lucy Alrn possesses the power to overshadow that beauty.
Even the adventurers of Menesteil know this, yet Meg—this idiot—approached me, blinded by my appearance.
No. Wait.
Meg may be a foolish character in both settings and behavior, but he is still an educated young nobleman.
There’s no way he would be so hopelessly ignorant as to approach Lucy without understanding the risks.
He must have come over without knowing my name. He probably just spotted me while passing by and thought, "Here’s someone interesting."
Yes, that must be it.
It has to be.
“Excuse me...”
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“Hey there, you perverted creep drooling over a girl. Do you know who I am? I don’t usually deal with degenerates like you.”
“You’ve got quite the mouth, Lady Alrn. A thorny flower, is it?”
Wasn't he just a mindless fool, totally captivated by his lower half?
I never expected there to be a lunatic worse than a lovesick fool.
Sigh. Why does the world have to be so vast and full of nonsense?
Having lost the tiniest glimmer of hope, I exhaled dramatically, but Meg's grin didn’t waver at all.
“I’ll be joining you for a moment.”
Without even asking for my opinion, Meg attempted to sit down, but Karl, who was behind me, stopped him.
“Count Georg. The lady—”
“Shut it. You foolish knight. How dare a fool who can’t even use magic speak to me?”
Meg's eyes were filled with disgust as he looked at Karl.
Hatred towards someone of lower status. Hatred for a knight who couldn’t wield magic. And hatred towards anyone who dared to interfere with his romantic endeavors.
“Be quiet before I sew your mouth shut.”
What outrageous confidence. What does this guy believe in to act so high and mighty?
Is it the title of count he hasn’t even received yet?
Or perhaps he thinks he’s impressive but is actually utterly pathetic when it comes to magic?
Or maybe he thinks he can stand against me with his pathetic escort?
No matter what he believes, if Karl decides to unsheathe his sword, this guy wouldn’t even be able to put up a fight before losing his head.
Karl must be aware of this too. It would certainly infuriate him to see someone beneath him acting so brazenly.
But he is a knight and a guard, so he maintained his politeness.
“I apologize, but please step back.”
“Hah. This is why these so-called knights never succeed. Your brains must be filled with muscles; you lack intelligence. Show some flexibility, you stupid knight.”
Ah, this is really getting infuriating, isn’t it?
It’s fine if they insult and despise me.
I’ve grown tired of such gazes and words since I possessed Lucy’s body.
I’ve long since become numb to the point where I can’t be hurt anymore.
However, it’s a different story when it comes to those around me.
Especially when it’s someone who stepped forward for my sake who has to endure such insults.
“Step back.”
“But, milady—”
“Do I have to repeat myself, mutt?♡”
After I added one more word, Karl bit his lip and stepped back.
Meg, seemingly finding Karl ridiculous, chuckled as he sat across from me.
Ah, this is perfect.
I’ve been building up stress from conquering the Menesteil Dungeon, and now I have a punching bag I can torment guilt-free!
“Thank you for allowing me to join you.”
“I’ve been curious about what kind of creature thinks with its lower half while its brain is filled with mana.♡”
“Ahem.”
I mirrored the words I had just used, causing the punching bag to cough awkwardly as if uncomfortable.
Hmm. This punching bag isn’t too bad. He tries to maintain a cool demeanor, but I can see his lips trembling, and I like it.
“Lady Alrn. I’d like to ask you something first—do you have a specific reason for wanting to eat here?”
“Well, if I didn’t have a reason, would I be sitting here?♡ Are you stupid?♡ Oh~ I see! You must think with your lower half, which is why your intelligence is lacking!♡ How pitiful~♡”
As I decided I wanted to rile him up, my body instinctively moved.
A giggling laugh. A gaze that openly looks down on him. Hands near my mouth that have no intention of covering it.
This is definitely the Mesugaki Skill at work! I excel at this!
The provoked punching bag’s face flushed red as he bit his lip, but he didn’t raise his voice.
“That’s not it. I just wanted to treat you to a meal if you didn’t have to eat here today.”
“Are you deaf?♡ I just said I’m sitting here on purpose!♡ Can’t you understand that? Is your ear attached to your lower half?♡ Do I need to talk down to you to get you to understand?♡ Haha! How disgusting~♡ Is this how perverted trash like you evolves?♡”
I could see his fists clenching tightly. His strength was so focused that he must have wanted to strike me if given the chance.
Wow. What superhuman patience. Considering the provocation from the Mesugaki Skill, he should have already lost his temper by now.
Is this what happens when you entrust your life to your lower half? Amazing. I don’t want to be like that at all.
“...So, is it possible to arrange a date for next time?”
“Where should I answer?♡ Up? Or down?♡”
“Lady Alrn.”
There was a chill in the voice that had been pretending to be gentle until now.
Is the durability of this punching bag finally reaching its limit? The hits feel fine, but the weakness is the problem. Should I contact the manufacturer?
“I’m just joking♡. When are you ever fine?”
As I asked back, a slight joy appeared on the punching bag's face. Trying not to show it was downright annoying.
“Hmm. How about tomorrow?”
“Not a chance!♡”
“The day after?”
“Not that either!♡”
“Is there a good day this week?”
“Nope!♡”
“Are you mocking me?”
“Haha! Did you finally figure it out?♡ You're so stupid!♡ There’s no way I’d arrange a date with scum like you!♡”
As the exchange continued, the punching bag’s face, which had been gradually rotting away, turned serious.
“Lucy Alrn.”
“What?♡ Did you expect something?♡ Did you enjoy playing with a cute girl like me?♡ But what am I going to do?♡ It’s physically impossible for me to tolerate someone as pathetic as you!♡ I feel like I might vomit just looking at you!♡”
Making gagging noises for emphasis, the punching bag slammed his hand on the table and stood up to glare at me.
“Enough already.”
“Cough! Haha! Is that supposed to be a threat?♡ Wow~ I'm so scared!♡ Hehe! You're just pathetic!♡”
Continuing to provoke him, the punching bag snapped.
Unable to contain his anger, he grabbed my wrist.
Typical of a flimsy punching bag, his movement was slow enough that I could insert three insults along the way, but I intentionally let myself get caught by that hand.
Why? Because that gives me justification.
“I told you to knock it off!”
Now, let’s take an objective look at this situation.
Who approached first? The punching bag.
Who insisted on sitting down when I said I didn’t want to? The punching bag.
Who shouted and forcibly grabbed my wrist to threaten me? The punching bag.
Witnesses? Everyone in this restaurant, which is popular enough for Nick to recommend.
So, from here on out, my actions are self-defense.
A small, weak girl is being threatened by a scary-looking guy? It’s only natural for her to resist.
If I had been of lower status, this wouldn’t have been enough justification, but I’m the countess of the Alrn family, known throughout the continent.
This is just the right amount of power to teach this fool a lesson. Right?
I sprang from my chair, leaped onto the table, and slapped the punching bag across the face.
I didn’t go all out. That would have caused a fatal accident.
Still, I hope I broke a couple of the weak punching bag’s teeth.
The punching bag flew back and sprawled on the floor, staggering as he pushed himself up while cradling the part of his face I hit.
“You little brat!”
“What?♡ Are you not a magician, but a clown?♡ That’s your calling!♡ No wonder you look so ridiculous!♡”
As I tried to approach the toothless punching bag, his guards standing behind him blocked my path.
“Lady Alrn. I apologize, but...”
“Why say sorry if you know you should?♡ Are you just asking for a beating?♡ Are you the kind of trash that only exists for perverted masters and their servants?♡ How disgusting!♡”
“That's not it at all.”
“Then could you get lost?♡ Before I tell Papa about you perverts?♡”
Think carefully. If we finish this here, it ends on my terms.
Nothing will happen aside from your idiotic master getting beaten.
But what if this doesn’t end here and goes to Benedict?
Do you think you can handle an enraged doting father?
If it were me, I wouldn’t want to make that man my enemy.
“Step aside.”
Before I could say another word, the leader of the guards spoke up.
Haha. Right? You’re scared of Benedict too, huh? If you’re going to back off anyway, why make such a fuss?
You’re just annoying me for no reason.
“What’s this about? A guard trying to speak to me?”
“I’ll take responsibility. Step back.”
As the guards moved aside, the punching bag was revealed.
He was staring at me with wide, terrified eyes.
The guy who thought he was in charge just a moment ago was looking at me with sheer terror.
How pathetic.
How hilarious.
“Come at me! If you do, I’ll make sure you get attacked!”
“Go ahead. You really think a pathetic scum like you could hurt me?♡”
I moved my foot casually as if inviting him to cast magic.
To my surprise, the punching bag actually began casting a spell.
Wow. What a truly hopeless idiot. Is he prioritizing his own safety over conflicts with other families?
And that fire magic he’s casting? I’ve seen Joy use it enough times to remember.
Fire magic in a wooden building full of people? Do you have any idea what could happen if it goes wrong?
This guy really is hopeless.
Even if I took that spell head-on, I was confident I wouldn’t get hurt.
If I were wounded by something of that caliber, I’d be embarrassed to call myself a tank.
However, I couldn’t be sure how far the blast would spread.
So, I took a step forward and kicked the punching bag in the gut, interrupting his casting.
Like a ball, he soared into the air and landed on the floor, clutching his stomach as he gagged.
I approached him and kicked him in the side to lay him flat on his back.
The terrified punching bag's eyes were trembling.
“What?♡ Are you scared of a girl who looks like she could be at your waist?♡ A perverted weakling who’s also a coward?♡ That’s just pathetic!♡”
“I... I’m Count Georg’s son! If you lay a hand on me!...”
And then I stomped on his face, silencing his pointless rant.
“Could you shut up?♡ Just hearing your voice is disgusting!♡”