Chapter 91

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At the request of His Majesty, the scene has shifted to the training ground of the court magicians.

His Majesty said...

"I have heard that you have cleared high-level dungeons, so would it be possible for you to fight a Rank C monster?"

Not only Rank C, but even Rank A and above would be possible, but it feels like a scene from a movie where Roman gladiators were made to fight tigers and other fierce beasts.

"We clear dungeons in a party. It is only possible with the help of my companions."

"But, wouldn't it be possible for you, Sonata?"

It seems he really wants to see it.

Lady Dorothy is glaring at His Majesty.

The Chancellor is also trying to stop him.

Well, the Chancellor is not doing it for my sake, but out of concern that if I get injured due to His Majesty's unreasonable request, it could turn the House of Brutoisels into enemies.

By the way, my adventurer guild rank is B.

I am ranked B because I have cleared high-level dungeons.

This is because the monsters in high-level dungeons are Rank B, and since I have actually defeated them, my guild rank is B.

There is a significant gap between Rank D and Rank C monsters. To defeat a Rank D monster, a Rank D party is required, but to defeat a Rank C monster, multiple Rank C parties are needed.

Our party can defeat a Rank B monster alone, so our guild rank is B, but it is considered to be almost A. However, since we haven't actually defeated a Rank A monster, we remain at B.

Well, even if it's not me, Carla or Peron could defeat a Rank B monster alone.

"If it is by His Majesty's command..."

I avoid giving a clear answer.

If something happens to me, it's His Majesty's responsibility, right?

"Very well, then show me your strength."

"Hai."

That's why, as mentioned at the beginning, the scene has shifted to the training ground of the court magicians.

Most of the nobles who attended the investiture ceremony are here to watch.

The monsters are prepared, and everything is ready.

It seems they are determined to make me fight, and they don't even consider the possibility of me refusing.

The monster is restrained in the center of the training ground by magic.

The court magicians are supplying magic power from all four sides to maintain the restraint.

"That monster is a Big Grizzly. It should be easy for you, Lord Brutois?"

"That is not the case."

"Do not be modest. ...I have a small request, though?"

I didn't want to answer His Majesty's question, but I couldn't avoid it.

"Can you defeat it without damaging its torso?"

Ah, a restriction game, huh?

In other words, the kingdom can restrain the monster, but they can't defeat it without damaging its torso.

I understand why His Majesty has given me this charade.

His Majesty wants the beautiful skin of the Big Grizzly's torso, but neither the court magicians nor the kingdom's knights can kill the Big Grizzly without damaging its torso.

By making me do it, His Majesty will get the skin, but what do I get out of it?

"I cannot guarantee it, but I will do my best to meet your expectations."

Now, not only do I have to win, but I also have to show my strength to a certain extent and suppress it to a level that won't cause too much trouble.

This is a very troublesome restriction game...

I send a glance to my father.

His eyes seem to say, "Do it to the extent that you don't get injured."

Lady Dorothy is looking at me with tears in her eyes.

The nobles are a mix of those who think it's an entertaining spectacle, those who feel sympathy for me, and those who have hostility towards me.

His Majesty... seems to be enjoying it.

"Lord Brutois, are you ready?"

"...Yes, Your Majesty. Whenever you're ready."

There's no preparation, really, since I wasn't prepared to fight in the first place.

And while the Big Grizzly is indeed a Rank C monster, the one restrained in front of me is a mutant.

Mutants are often stronger than their normal counterparts, and the Big Grizzly in front of me is a B that is close to A.

It seems the raccoon (His Majesty) never intended to prepare a Rank C monster from the beginning.

I don't care about the raccoon anymore...

"Very well, then let's begin!"

The magic restraining the Big Grizzly disappears.

...I think it would be easier to just cut off its head while it's restrained.

Whatever.

The Big Grizzly, which stands about 3 meters tall on its two hind legs, is about 4 meters tall in front of me as a mutant.

The characteristic of the Big Grizzly is its eight legs.

There is still debate about which legs are the front legs and which are the hind legs.

One scholar says the two legs closest to the rear are the hind legs, and the other six are the front legs.

This theory is currently the most dominant, and when the Big Grizzly stands up, it stands on two legs.

There is also a theory that it has four front legs and four hind legs, and another that the middle four legs are middle legs.

...Whatever.

The Big Grizzly charges towards the nobles who are watching.

It moves its eight legs skillfully in a fierce charge.

*BOOM!*

The Big Grizzly crashes headfirst into the training ground's wall, and the nobles either try to run away or faint.

The wall is undamaged, as it is standard to have a barrier, but the nobles' behavior is disgraceful.

Well, it's good that many of them were hostile towards me.

*GAAAAAAHHHHH!*

The Big Grizzly suddenly roars.

This roar has a paralyzing effect, but it doesn't affect me.

Some of the nobles and the guards or knights who were on duty faint upon hearing the roar.

The raccoon is laughing at the sight of the nobles and guards.

It would be good to evaluate those who can withstand the roar, but... he has a bad character.

The Big Grizzly, standing about 3 meters tall, is about 4 meters tall as a mutant.

The characteristic of the Big Grizzly is its eight legs.

There is still debate about which legs are the front legs and which are the hind legs.

One scholar says the two legs closest to the rear are the hind legs, and the other six are the front legs.

This theory is currently the most dominant, and when the Big Grizzly stands up, it stands on two legs.

There is also a theory that it has four front legs and four hind legs, and another that the middle four legs are middle legs.

...Whatever.

The Big Grizzly charges towards the nobles who are watching.

It moves its eight legs skillfully in a fierce charge.

*BOOM!*

The Big Grizzly crashes headfirst into the training ground's wall, and the nobles either try to run away or faint.

The wall is undamaged, as it is standard to have a barrier, but the nobles' behavior is disgraceful.

Well, it's good that many of them were hostile towards me.