CH 71

We left Blue Rose, the underwear store.

The sun is shining at the top of the sky, and it’s almost unbearably hot.

It’s still cold in the shade, though.

“Let’s eat lunch and go home,” I said.

“Fine by me,” Carol said.

“The money……” Corinna moaned.

Well, don’t talk about the money we spent, Corinna-chan.

“Corinna is here, so let’s go to a restaurant in the downtown area,” Carol said.

“I agree, Corinna-chan, is that okay?” I said.

“That helps,” Corinna said.

Corinna is from a thrifty house.

That’s the good part about them.

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We head south down the main street and turn toward downtown.

The atmosphere in the street suddenly deteriorates.

People who are walking out in the city are also poorly dressed.

The appearances are getting worse and worse.

But hey, it’s better than the slums.

Anne-san appeared in front of us.

What is it?

“There is a bounty, threat level A, Dwango, 15 confirmed kills,” Anne said.

“Oh, did you find me out?”

A super tough oyaji appeared in front of us.

He wears dirty leather armor and carries a large sword on his back.

He’s covered with scars and by his beard, he was grinning.

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“If you’re talking about a bounty, the blond girl and the chestnut hair girl are friends, aren’t they?”

“That’s right, how much did you get paid for us?” I asked.

“1 million dolancs per head, I thought I’d take a little bit of it,” Dwango said, laughing gleefully.

“It’s so cheap, why don’t you just stop?” I asked.

“I’m not going to do that, it’s not every day I can get such easy money!” Dwango said.

As Dwango’s bloodlust surged, he pulled out the greatsword on his back.

I deploy a barrier without a chant.

After all, is it a Flash and then a kick to the jewels?

It’s kind of one note, isn’t it?

“Makoto-sama, I will do it,” Dulcie said as she stepped forward to protect me.

“Are you going to be alright?” I asked.

“You should watch my arms,” Dulcie replied.

Well, it’s okay, Anne-san will be there if things get dangerous.

Even if you get hurt, I can heal you.

“Okay, Dulcie, go right on ahead,” I said.

“Yes.”

“Kakaka, seems I’ve had the wool pulled over me, what’s with all the battle maids, ah?”

“Hmph, you don’t have the air of an A-level threat,” Dulcie said.

“The fuck you just said to me, bitch?!!” Dwango roared.

Enraged, he slashed at Dulcie.

Suri, and Dulcie avoided him and struck Dwango on the upper arm.

Dulcie moves light and fast.

“Heh, why are you using your fists? That won’t work, you know?” Dwango said.

“…”

Dulcie silently dodged Dwango’s slashes and threw her fists at him.

Avoid and hit.

I wonder if it’s an agile light fighter’s offensive style.

I can’t imagine what would happen to a strong bounty hunter with such light fists…

“Wait… what the?”

Dwango’s movements are visibly slowing down.

“If she hits him with her Weight Fist, he won’t be able to move anymore,” Anne said.

“Anne, what is the Weight Fist?” Carol asked.

“Ojou-sama, Weight Fist is Dulcie’s signature skill. You can add Earth magic gravity spells to your fists to make the enemy’s body heavier or lighter.”

Oh, if Dulcie hits with her bare fists, it’s a debuff effect that gradually reduces your agility?

It’s a subtle yet brutal effect.

Just a few hits with a light jab-like punch would be fatal.

“Fu-Fuck…!! My body is so heavy!! What the hell did you do, you piece of shit?!!

“…”

Dwango can only move slowly like an old man.

Dulcie’s movements change.

She swings her fists with a weight, slow movement,

Strike.

Strike.

Strike.

With each blow, the weight of her punches seemed to increase, creating a dent in Dwango’s body, bending his arm, and causing blood to spurt out.

“Now Dulcie has raised the weight of her fists,” Anne said. “Dwango is now being hit with the force of a large sledgehammer.”

Uhaa, stop the enemy’s movement with a debuff, apply an attack power buff to your fists, and strike with them, huh?

“Ah-Ah, I yield, so-somebody save me.”

“I’m still ready to fight,” Dulcie said.

Dulcie hits, hits, hits, lifts, and slams back down.

Her attacks continued until Dwango fell to the ground and was unable to move.

“Wait, stop before you go that far,” I said.

“He’s a bounty hunter guilty of mass murders, so it’s dangerous if we don’t completely neutralize him,” Dulcie replied.

Yare-yare, this world has recovery magic, but on the contrary, it’s so bloody.

Wounds heal easily, so it’s easy to beat people up.

Anne went to call as an official.

He was so pitiful that I treated Dwango’s wounds with Heal.

Actually, I only cast Heal on about half of him, but it’s fine, he’s a bounty we can turn in.

Oops, how much is the money on his head?

Shall we split with Dulcie?

“Hahaha, you let your guard down, if this girl’s life is so precious…”

Dwango grabbed the barriers around me and shook them.

As expected of an idiot, he only detected them once he noticed the mysterious discomfort.

“What is this?”

“Barriers,” I said.

“Makoto-sama, what should we do?”

“Beat this guy up as much as I healed him,” I said.

“Ah, time out, time out!”

Dulcie knocked Dwango down, mounted him, and silently beat him again.

Boko-boko-boko, she kept going.

Yeah, it’s good medicine for idiots who take hostages who just healed them.

“Stop, Dulcie,” I said.

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“Right,” Dulcie said.

“Who put up my and Carol’s bounty?” I asked.

“I-I don’t know. The head of the slum, h-he told me about the bounty,” Dwango said.

“Fumu.”

A bounty from the Pottinger Faction, or House Mahler?

I wonder if I’ll go ask Oyaji in the slums.

Ah, but let’s do it after eating, it’s impossible to eat in the slums.