Violant of the Silver

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Translator: mii

editor: chiizuholic

“Too slow. Just how long will you keep us waiti…ng…” said the bulky knight, voice faltering upon realizing that the person who opened the door was not the landlord.

Legion bowed and spoke, “The landlord Dawn Samarelli is currently in a conversation with my master. As such, I, Legion Salt, have come on his behalf to inquire about your business with him. How may I help you?”

“Huh? Legion Salt?” The knight’s eyes widened as he stared at Legion. “Are you…”

“Hey, what are you doing? How long do you plan to keep me waiting? That Samarelli guy is inside, isn’t he?”

“Ah.” The knight—Og—turned around and promptly explained, “I apologize, Viscount Fores, but he seems to be busy speaking with a guest at this time.”

Legion was surprised to see the person behind Og. Viscount Fores was a thin man in his early thirties. He had dull blonde hair and indigo eyes, face nervous and unhealthily pale. Viscount Fores struck the ground with the bottom of his cane, frustrated.

“Since he wanted to have a young boy as a servant page, I thought he would be a foxy or old man…” Legion thought.

It wasn’t uncommon for nobles to have a preference toward young boys. Most of them just didn’t tend to show it in public since it wasn’t looked favorably upon. But rumors of this type were endless among the nobility.

Viscount Fores’ face contorted. He felt offended. “A guest? They’re likely to be a commoner anyway. Don’t they know that I’m a Viscount? Hey you, tell your master to return later.”

“V-Viscount!” Og exclaimed, trying to stop him. He had already formed a guess as to who Legion’s master was after Legion introduced himself.

Legion shrugged. “My apologies, Your Excellency, but I’m afraid I cannot do that. Rather, it’s Your Excellency who should leave. Even if you are a Viscount, don’t you think it’s improper to have the first visitor leave just to give way to your visit when you hadn’t set a prior appointment with the landlord?”

“What? You dare talk back to me?” Viscount Fores raised his cane until its tip pointed toward Legion’s chin.

Without a change in demeanor or complexion, Legion responded, “Yes. My master is a rather fragile person. I cannot possibly allow someone in a state of rage to grow near him. As such, I’ll have to politely ask you to go home.”

Viscount Fores’s mouth twisted in anger before he yelled at Legion, “Remove yourself from my path!”

“I’m afraid I cannot.”

“I told you to remove yourself from my path! Hey, you! Get rid of him for me!”

“Please stop, Your Excellency. I think his master inside is…”

Legion sent Og a cool look. “I have no problems with that. At least, if you’re able to. Will you return home once I have a match with you?”

“A-are you talking to me?! There’s no way I can beat you, Sir Legion Salt!” exclaimed Og with a pale face. He looked like he wanted to say that agreeing to a match against Legion was akin to having a death wish.

His fervent denial caused Legion to bitterly smile on the inside. Did he go too overboard with his threats?

Viscount Fores grew even angrier when he saw his knight acting in a cowardly manner. “You’re such an embarrassment! Who is Legion Salt anyway… Legion Salt?” Fores broke into a grin. “Oh, I remember now. The commoner who is proclaimed to be the best knight in this kingdom, is it? Well, how strong you are as a swordsman doesn’t really matter. That won’t help you win against me in spirit magic, can it? I’ll have you know, I’m well-known in Magic Academy! Og, let me show you how it’s done. Watch carefully!”

“Huh? Viscount Fores, I truly think you should reconsider this…”

“How annoying! Shut up!”

“…Yes.”With a bitter expression, Og stepped back reluctantly.

“I understand. Then I will be your opponent,” said Legion, unsheathing his sword.

Viscount Fores raised his eyebrows. “You’re making a fool of yourself.” Then he chanted, “Heed my wish. O’ guardians of the stormy sky, unleash your punishment upon him! Let there be light!” Afterward, a lightning bolt rushed out of Viscount Fores’ wand.

In response, Legion stabbed his long sword into the ground, creating a loud thud and redirecting the lightning to the ground.

While Viscount Fores was petrified from surprise, Legion had already dashed behind him. He pressed his fingertips onto Viscount Fores’ nape, causing him to duck his head.

“Wha… W-what? What was that? You, what did you do?!”

“I listened to your chant, anticipating that you would make a lighting rod, avoided your spell by moving my body down, and moved to your back when you were surprised. It was just that simple,” Legion replied in a polite manner.

Even after that explanation, Viscount Fores still sported an expression of astonishment.

“In such a short time?! I-impossible!”

“Since you called for the guardians of stormy sky, I guessed that the magic should possess the lighting attribute. From there, I knew that if I made a faux lightning rod, I should be able to counter your magic without the need to cast shield magic on myself. It’s easy after getting used to it,” Legion answered readily. Glanced at Og. “Right?”

Og’s face paled once more. He shook his head wildly. “No, please don’t be fooled, Your Excellency. I’m not capable of accomplishing that superhuman act!”

Legion walked away from Viscount Fores, retrieved his sword, and politely said, “I won. Please follow up on your promise and return at a later time.”

After regaining his senses, Viscount Fores shot Legion an awfully fierce glare.

I may have to resort to force if he persists in this stubbornness…

As Legion pondered over his next course of action, the door behind him opened.

“Legi, you’re not being violent, are you?”