I jumped in front of the bull, holding a child’s fork.
If I didn’t have cheats, I’d be dead. But with cheats, it’s Godspeed on full blast!
“That look in your eyes! I’ve got it!”
I thrust with all my might, but my attack, aimed at its left eye, couldn’t even pierce its eyelid and bent in the middle. I dodged the charging horn with all my might, yet the tip grazed me and tore my clothes.
I wish they’d fall back more. But as soon as one person moved, the Adventurers, one after another, rushed at the bull, swinging their swords.
Honestly, you’re in the way, so please step back. But did I miss my chance? I was so close to stabbing its eye. A child’s fork that can’t even pierce an eyelid is hardly a weapon. And to have my clothes cut… it reminds me of Priscilla yesterday.
Speaking of which, when I glance at Priscilla, she’s standing with her hands clasped behind her head. Are you a stationary performer?! Show some effort!
I have the effort, but no weapon. Looking around, a scythe lay on the ground, like a foreshadowing flag. I absolutely won’t pick that up. I scanned for anything else, and then a great cheer erupted. Another Adventurer, impaled, was still caught on the bull’s horns. Are we just bait? I’ll show you the guts of bait! Well, first I need to find a weapon.
About twenty people are already down. I had an idea, but I can’t do it alone. There’s no time to talk, will you help me?
I found a sturdy rope lying at my feet. If I use this like a lasso to trip it, maybe the rest will work out? Unlike the Black Flame Dragon, its belly should be soft. What’s different from the Black Flame Dragon is that its outer hide is already scarred, and it’s incredibly faster.
Using the same technique I used with the carriage, I tied the rope into a large loop. I’ll hook it onto its head or legs, or even its horns, to stop its movement. Once the strategy is decided, it’s all about hitting it head-on.
I held the completed rope loop, waiting for an opening from the bull. It would be cool to throw it like a cowboy, but with Godspeed, I can aim for a sure hit.
Dodging the charging bull with Godspeed, I threw the rope loop like a cowboy! I want to try it just once, right? I want to look cool.
Of course, I missed. I should just stick to the basics. I reeled in the rope loop and watched the bull’s next move. Adventurers were still being blown away. The motionless performer remained motionless.
I overtook the troublesome Adventurers and managed to loop the rope around the bull’s horns and head. As I quickly pulled away to tug the rope:
“Help me!”
I shouted loudly. Those who were frozen in thought were startled by my voice and helped, and others who understood what I was doing joined in, pulling with me.
Suddenly pulled from two sides, the bull, refusing to be dragged, pulled back, and a game of tug-of-war began between the Adventurers and the bull. The bull was stronger, and both I and the Adventurers were dragged along, but the cheers from our side grew louder.
The balance of power lasted less than five seconds. The seemingly sturdy rope snapped in the middle. Many participants in the tug-of-war tumbled down, hitting their backs and bottoms, but the bull suffered the same fate. This is what I was waiting for.
“Go! Knock it down! Now’s our chance!”
Upon hearing these words, those who understood instantly rushed towards the bull to try and knock it down, while others, caught up in the momentum, exerted their strength.
Some pushed, some pulled, and some climbed on top, but slowly, the bull was brought down. As it fell on its side, a few people were sent flying by its thrashing legs, but Adventurers, swarming like a horde, kept it from getting back up, pinning it to the ground.
“Someone finish it off!”
The child’s fork I held couldn’t even pierce its tough hide. Everyone was so focused on pushing that they’d left their weapons behind.
With a gust of wind, Priscilla thrust her Buster Sword into the bull’s throat. Finally, the performer moved!
Without withdrawing the sword, Priscilla twisted her body, slitting the bull’s throat and killing it.
It happened in an instant, leaving everyone speechless, but when they saw the blood spurting from the bull’s throat, the entire Bullring erupted in thunderous applause.
When Priscilla raised her sword, the cheers for the victor rang out again. You did it, Priscilla. You stole the spotlight, but that’s fine.
Priscilla, still holding her sword, walked towards me. The Adventurers parted, clearing a path. This is quite cool. From the outside, it looked like strapping men were making way for Priscilla.
“Good work. Your finishing blow was amazing… *muffled*”
She grabbed me by the chest and forcefully kissed me. I thought my heart would be sucked out, but then I saw the man beside Christine, his life force draining away as he collapsed. Rest in peace.
“As expected, this is what comes after a kill.”
My lips aren’t drinking beer after a bath. Beer for a naked person. No, beer while wearing just a towel would be better. The “erotic in everyday wear” trope is essential.
Another roar of applause for the hero who defeated the bull. It’s a bit embarrassing. The congratulatory deep kiss was from Priscilla.
With eight dead, sixty-four injured or lightly wounded, and seven seriously injured in the stands, the Zivil Village’s bull-running festival concluded.
Once the festival and the bullfight were over, things became quiet again. The defeated bull was distributed among the villagers and participants and enjoyed. It looked like an ox, but tasted like beef. Priscilla took the demon stone, and the festival ended.
My companions, the captain, and the White Rose Brigade were to stay at Alana’s farm, and we would all return to Koatotemites City tomorrow. I had been busy for the past few days, running on little sleep, but guard duty was coming up, along with Christine.
But Christine, as expected, was considerate of me. There was no heart attack, and we spent a quiet, gentle time together, saying, “… Take it easy today.”
I only thought that for about fifty-seven seconds. In less than a minute, Christine was on top of me, and we were exchanging passionate kisses.
I didn’t mind it either. After consecutive fierce battles and non-stop guard duty, I was exhausted, but the exhilaration I felt fighting alongside everyone during the battle with the delivery truck surged through me.
“Christine, I… Ch-erotic…”
“Won’t you do some erotic cosplay for me?” I couldn’t say that. I was too embarrassed to voice my perversion. But I wanted to. But I couldn’t say it.
“… If Mikael desires it, anything…”
Something broke within me. Her beautiful, intelligent features. Her long hair flowed as if blown by the wind, and her body’s lines were perfection.
I pushed Christine away and straddled her. With a force that surprised even myself, I grabbed her chest and tore her clothes. Christine, who accepted my ferocity.
That day, I sought Christine’s body like a beast and devoured her. The eardrum in my right ear burst…
I woke up early the next morning and exited the soundproof tent, gazing at the sky changing from dark to navy, then to blue, as dawn approached.
Since no one else was awake, I stepped outside naked. Following my encounter with Christine, I wanted to create a somewhat wild image for myself.
Shouting at the sky at a time like this would probably be wild, but I couldn’t go that far. I’d like to try, but I’m naked. I’ll aim for cool rather than wild.
“Good morning.”
Greetings are a habit, I believe. If someone greets you, you greet them back. It’s important, isn’t it?
“Good morning.”
If only I could forget I was naked… I instinctively turned to return the greeting, only to find Rhys from the White Rose Brigade there. The man of the morning is a Buster Sword! My Buster Sword has no sheath.
“Good morning, Rhys. Good night.”
There’s someone griping my arm, trying to get me to return to the tent as if nothing happened. I want to leave as if nothing happened!
“I’ll shout loudly.”
With a soft but firm voice that sounded like a whisper, I was told his strong will, and so began my morning sword practice with Rhys. It’s not something to do recklessly.
Dragging my body, tired from morning practice, back into the soundproof tent, I saw Christine sleeping soundly, her back to me. Seeing this as an opportunity, I quietly, quietly slipped in. Christine turned over towards me and quietly, quietly opened her eyes.
Godspeed! Cardiopulmonary resuscitation!
We must have made eye contact, but Christine closed her eyes again as if nothing had happened. The lack of reaction is terrifying.
Getting up as if nothing had happened, and dressing as if nothing had happened, we left the tent together. After thanking Alana’s parents, we decided to return to Koatotemites City, along with Alana.
Since the captain and the others said they would walk, I was about to head to the driver’s seat when Christine dragged me to the back of the carriage. Christine leaned her body against me, burying her face in my chest.
Seeing this, Sophia stood in front of Christine. The two looked at each other, and Sophia, seeming to sense something, gently patted Christine’s head.
Sophia is a warm person, sometimes like an older sister, sometimes like a younger sister. She was supposed to use her healing magic in Koatotemites City and be thanked by the people.
As Sophia pulled away, she landed a one-two punch on me, and I lost consciousness before I could even hear the count of ten.
