When faced with situations that are too unconventional, people usually tend to panic.
That was exactly the situation with Gis now.
He voice felt struck as he looked at Kieran stupidly.
After some time, as he regained consciousness, he realized that he had been teased.
"You bastard!"
Thum—!
Kieran, who was punched straight on his face by Gis, was thrown 5 meters back in the air.
Kieran fell on the floor, rolling over.
Gis lunged forward and squarely kicked on Kieran's stomach.
His gut folded in as the food he ate threatened to leave him.
"You bastard, who do you think you are! Ya know who you talking shit with?!"
Every time he kicked and stepped on him, he heard a crunching, crackling sound.
Even though Kieran's body was being broken in real time, Gis's mind just refused to cool down.
It was strange.
Usually hitting like this will relieve his mind, but no matter how much he hit this guy, that fucking annoying feeling didn't go away.
'Why?'
Gis soon realized.
Usually, they cry and beg for their pitiful lives even if he only delivers a light beating.
Humans are creatures that are vulnerable to pain.
And Gis is the type of person who can feel appeased whenever he sees such an unsightly appearance.
However, Kieran who was being thrashed right now was different from those ordinary bastards.
No matter how hard he punched or kicked him, even if his bones were broken, he didn't leak even a single groan.
Why is that?
Kieran neither avoided nor tried to block his kicks. It was like, as if, as if some mature adult were comforting their child.
And Gis definitely didn't like that previous pitying look on his face.
'Should I just kill him?'
It was the moment when Gis, who had been caught up in a murderous impulse, was about to kick Kieran's neck.
"Stop!!"
Neria intervened in between them.
Thanks to that, the kick that tried to break Kieran's neck had to be stopped. Gis glared at Neria in vehemence.
"What are you—fucking trying to do?"
"What are you doing!? Isn't this different from what you promised?"
Neria faced Gis, covering Kieran behind her back.
Seemingly trying to protect him.
Gis stifled a smirk.
"You've already betrayed that bastard as much as you could, and now you're pretending to have care for him?"
"…"
"If you don't have anything to say, piss off. For I'm going to end it off with that bastard."
"That's not going to happen."
It was the moment when Gis was about to push Neria away. Lorian grabbed Gis by his shoulder and pulled him back—to make Gis' brow furrowed with hostility.
"You wanna pick a fight?"
"Why don't you just look around for once before you try to even get mad?"
Lorian pointed to the left with a chin gesture.
There, the circles of nobles were gathered, murmuring amongst themselves, although he couldn't hear what they were talking about, the atmosphere did not look quite right.
Of course.
No matter how strong he is now, even if others respect the strong Gis more than the weak Kieran, the fact that he comes from a humble background that is no different from Kieran, doesn't change.
No, in fact, he was from slums, so one can say that was even dirtier in a way.
And such a guy assaults a fellow Hero at the continent's most reputed social banquet?
Meanwhile, Kieran who doesn't even resist while the aggressor continues, from a viewer's point of view anyone would be disgusted.
It was natural for these nobles to be offended by his barbaric behavior and to babble amongst themselves.
"Others are uncomfortable with your brutal violence."
"Brutal violence? Don't be ridiculous! That motherfucker just insulted me by bringing in my mother."
The murmurs of nobles grew louder.
However, the negative public opinion toward Gis did not change in the slightest.
Because…
"Insult? And Kieran? You sure sound funny."
Kieran is of low origin and a figure of incompetence.
However, he is a good-natured and caring human being.
Although the nobles ignored him, they were well aware of his personality.
That's why they took Gis' words for an aggressor's pitiful lies.
'This bastard… he definitely heard it.'
No matter how low the whisper was, Lorian would have heard it. But he shamelessly pretended as if he didn't, showing him in bad light.
"Haven't you already achieved your purpose? I hope you don't make any more of this situation."
"Yeah, my purpose has been achieved."
Gis threw away Lorian's hand with a displeased expression.
If Gis stole Kieran's party members because of his own twisted desires, Lorian's was in order to keep Kieran in check.
At first, he was just going to shake up the things a little bit, but somehow, things worked out too well.
So Lorian didn't want his hard work to be ruined by escalating this matter any further.
"Shouldn't you be content by now, with all that beating?"
"Ha. What if I say no?"
"Then I will deal with you on his behalf. In the form of a duel."
When Lorian drew his ceremonial sword, cheers erupted from among the nobles.
At this moment, the good and the bad were clearly divided.
Gis, the villain, had created a situation where it was his loss regardless of either he won or lost.
"….you fucking dirty bastard."
Gis clicked his tongue and hurtled out of the venue with a displeased expression.
As soon as he left, Ophelia hurriedly ran towards Kieran.
"Hero! Are you okay?"
That's what she asked, but in no way he looked in a good condition to her.
Neria, who looked with sad eyes, urged urgently.
"Ophelia, do the treatment, quick!"
"All right. I'm…"
"Wait."
Kieran raised his upper body languidly.
Neria and Ophelia's eyes widened, but he didn't care and looked at his own body.
It was a total mess.
The shoulder was hanging limpidly and his knee was bent in an inhuman direction, and there seemed to be quite a bit of internal bleeding too.
Kieran pulled his dislocated right shoulder first. He placed his left hand on his shoulder and wrested with a strong force—his shoulder blades aligned with a staunch crackling sound.
The broken leg was grabbed and gyrated in the original direction.
He moved around until the broken bones were positioned in the right places, and then released his hand snugly.
"Done. Now heal me."