The Demon Saint is Missing, so I Ran to Another World

Sympathy for the Devil (Part 2)

"So, you really did not surrender," Lady Srexe began. "I commend your brave—!!!"

Her words were interrupted when I fired the first shot, which I aimed at her leg, but unfortunately missed. Naturally, she was embarrassed, surprised and annoyed, all at the same time.

"Lady Srexe," I reloaded my matchlock gun leisurely, as I walked towards her, "one of the rules on the actual battlefield is that your foe wouldn't wait for you to finish talking to him, nor announce your attack. Be grateful that I missed; it won't happen next time."

Taking upon my advice, the goblin girl started her attack. She aimed one of her pistols on me and fired, generating a good amount of smoke. However, as she pulled the trigger with improper posture, the gun's recoil shook her arm, and she inadvertently dropped her weapon without hitting me. I continued on my 'menacing' walk...

"!!!"

Ah, the face of a panicked, cornered brat, trying to find a solution to the mess she created.

Not willing to give up, Lady Srexe whipped her other pistol and trained it on me once again. As she was losing her nerves, she immediately fired—forgetting that she needed to have a proper footing before shooting, lest the recoil would throw her down...which it did. Meanwhile, the bullet only chipped the 'air shield' (from my god-power) I secretly cast in front of me before we started. My leisure walk towards the goblin girl neither slowed nor went faster. My matchlock pistol was loaded, and I made sure that she knew it was; I also clarified that the decision to fire it, or not, would be according to my whims.

Heh, I want to instill some sense of terror to this cheeky goblin brat while I inched my way to her.

Outside our protective barrier, the shouts of the students went uncontrolled, and it grew louder with every moment passing. They were cheering, though I didn't know if it's because I was clearly winning, or the goblin girl fell down on her butt, desperate to escape her predicament. I glanced at Princess Noir; she was shouting something at me, though the shouts of the others and the shield drowned her voice.

"Y-You f-f-fraud! I-I'm not even starting!" Lady Srexe stood defiant, as she went back on her feet, with her rapier and wand drawn.

"Milady, let's stop this stupid show," I told her for the last time. "I don't want to cause further injuries to you, nor do I wish to embarrass you. I won't ask for any apologies; let's just stop. Plain and simple."

"Hoh! So, you really are scared to face me—!!!"

For goodness' sake, I had enough. Once I was an arm's length away from her, I gave the goblin girl a slap to her face. I think that shocked her, for she couldn't move for a few seconds; ample time to beat someone like her to submission. But—as I was the adult—I still held back, hoping that what I did sent some sense into her inflated head.

But...

"You!" the terrible expression on Lady Srexe's face told me that my efforts to protect her were ineffective. "How dare you lift your filthy human hands to a noble lady of the Goblin clan!"

Oh dear...she's even more pissed.

"Yaaarrrrggh!!!" the goblin girl attacked me with her sword this time. Combined with her magic spells, Lady Srexe was unrelenting. In her eyes, I could see that she was determined to kill me. However...

"Oh no! The Special Scholar made her mad!"

"There goes the famed goblin swordplay!"

"You mean the lame goblin swordplay!" which was followed by laughs.

Yes, the insults were real. Though she was raging, Lady Srexe's attacks were like a child's way of flailing arms while in the middle of a tantrum. Lots of openings, weak footwork (if you could call it one), and she was just slashing randomly at my direction. I didn't even bother to block or deflect her—a simple evade was enough to protect myself.