Cheat Magician Life That Started From Being Judged Useless

Orlando Store, the family home of Nazario, the bonbon who has a crush on Beatrice, is the largest store in Volzard.

Their main products are jewelry made from precious metals and gems produced in the dungeon, which are exported not only to the Landsholt Republic, but also to neighboring countries.

They also sell clothing, weapons, equipment and foodstuffs.

They have a large shop in the main street of Volzade, and also have workshops, craftsmen's houses, and even the shopkeeper's family's mansion, and when all the grounds are put together, the land area seems to be larger than the lord's mansion.

In the shopkeeper's mansion, five of the Flame Hounds are staying in a separate house as food guests.

After observing the construction of the walls by their classmates and parting ways with Klaus, they moved to Rustock's garrison to finish lunch and care for the commissioner.

It's kind of like we've been completely indebted to Riesenburg for lunch these days, but since they've been bothering us so much, it's only natural for us to do this.

After returning to Volzade, I heard from Hurt and the others who were guarding the five of us since we left the letter last night.

Bartolo, who had set up a little prank, was furious as soon as he woke up, as expected, and when he read the letter, he curled it up into a soggy ball and reduced it to ashes with fire magic.

If it weren't for my classmates' construction of the walls, I would have come to visit too, but it's a real shame.

I would have liked to have seen Bartolo's face when he saw the pretty ribbon adorned Meowan.

After the ribbon was untied and reduced to ashes, Bartolo immediately called Oreste and Jalma to discuss how to deal with it.

A countermeasure is simple and straightforward: he plans to pull me into the mansion, make me talk as much as I want to, then kill me, and dismember the corpse and put it away.

He seems to have taken into consideration that killing me would bring suspicion on them, in a manner of speaking, and after killing me, he plans to quickly dismantle the body and send Cesari and Tony to dump it.

He seems to think that if they suspect him, they can get through the shira without the body.

Cesari and Tony are still not allowed to be involved in important decisions, and they are not allowed to tell me anything more than that they will take care of me in some cases.

The giant shaved head, Jalma, is in charge of dismantling the Flame Hound, I heard that he took out a large dagger-sized knife and grinned at me, but of course he's not going to be dismantled.

I've placed Fred in Rastock, Murt in the boarding house, and Malt and Milt on the castle walls, and I've asked all the other servants to gather together.

I'm going to ride into the Orlando shop's mansion now and have all of my subordinates play a part as I'm going to have them semi-reconciled to the Orlando shop's mansion.

''We're all set, right? Reinhardt

"Master Kent, I'm aware of your opponent's methods, but be careful.

'I know, I'll have a shield of darkness around you at all times, just give me a signal if you're in danger.

All right, then.

"Yeah, let's go for a barnstorming session.

I told the gatekeeper of the mansion the purpose of my visit, and after he confirmed that I had a weapon in my possession, he quickly led me to the front door.

I knew that Bartolo had arranged this as well, so I wasn't surprised.

If I was in possession of a weapon, it seemed that he was going to take it away here.

From the doorway, the maid led me to the detached room where the five Flame Hounds were staying.

'Master Bartolo, I have shown Master Kent to you.

Let me through...

When the maid knocked on the parlor door and called out to me, Bartolo's voice, which seemed to be overwhelmed with emotion, came back.

Perhaps the maid, seeing Bartolo's condition from this morning, is expecting something bad to happen, and she comes to look at me with eyes like she's looking at a calf that's being donned.

'Go ahead ... take care of yourself ...'

Thank you.

I walked into the parlor, thanking the maid for her concern, and was greeted by a smiling Bartolo.

Of course, his face is smiling, but his eyes aren't smiling at all, he looks like a shark looking for prey.

'Hi, you're Kent, good of you to come, come on in...'

'It's a pleasure to meet you, and I'm sorry to barge in on you today.

No formalities, come on, take a seat in the back.

Yes, excuse me.

Bartolo recommended the seat farthest from the door, the one Bartolo was sitting in yesterday.

Bartolo sits across from me, with Oreste and Jalma diagonally in front of him, and Cesari and Tony on my side.

In other words, it's the seat that you can't escape from.

While the maids prepare the tea, Oreste and Jalma are assessing me with a slight smile on their faces.

Cesari and Tony come glaring at me with bare hostility.

'Well, I hear you have business with us...'

When the maid left the room, Bartolo asked her a question.

His earlier smile disappeared, deep wrinkles were etched between his eyebrows, and blue streaks came across his forehead.

'Yes, as I wrote to you in my letter, it seems I have been misunderstood, so I thought I would interrupt you to clear up that misunderstanding and make peace with it.

The letter was read by Bartolo and quickly reduced to ashes, so the other four people didn't seem to get the exact contents of the letter, so I told them the intent of the visit, recollecting the contents I had rewritten many times last night, reproducing the text of the letter as accurately as possible.

'Before! Don't get cocky, kid!

"Cesari! Tony! Sit down!

When he replayed the contents of the condescending letter, Cesari and Tony naturally got up in a fit of rage, but Bartolo blackmailed them into sitting down.

"Ha-ha-ha, Bartolo, you've got some nerve, you really want to do this?

Jalma! You're talking out of your f*cking mind.

Gah-ha-ha, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but this kid is a sack rat, and there's no escape from him.

'Hmm, we're talking about using dark magic, so feel free to kill me when I start chanting.

Cesari and Tony looked surprised at Bartolo's words, but then quickly grinned with a sneaky smile.

"Clink, clink, clink, clink.

"Hey, this little brat licks the flamehound, and I think it's only right that we send him to the other side...

That's fine, but, like Jarma says, there's no way out.

Oreste and Jalma are amused, and Bartolo has a reluctant look on his face.

Apparently, you didn't tell us about the incident with the ribbon yesterday, did you?

Then let me tell you about it.

''By the looks of things, it seems that you can't reconcile with me, but I wonder if you could tell everyone about last night's warning?

Son of a b*tc*.......you want to die that early....

Oreste and Jalma look at Bartolo, who is about to sit up, and Oreste and Jalma are tilting their heads.

'What are you talking about, a warning? Bartolo.

"Shut up, Jarma, and don't listen to that kid's bullshit!

Oh, Jalma, I think that warning thing is what's causing Bartolo to wander off, don't you?

Well, not exactly, kid, what did you do to yourself?

Oreste and Jalma seemed interested, but Bartolo definitely didn't want them to know.

'Shut up, Cesari, Tony, kill it!

'Wait! What's wrong with you, Bartolo, what the hell is that warning thing?

'Shit! Cesari, Tony, get the hell over it!

Cesari and Tony pulled out the knife they had hidden under the table, but seemed to be confused as they compared Bartolo and Oreste.

Jalma's eyes immediately met mine and I told her what the warning was.

I took down Bartolo's trousers, which were asleep, and decorated the most important part of him with a red ribbon. I then wrote to him that if he refused to reconcile, I would cut them off next time....

"Hahahahahahaha, this is a masterpiece!

"Wheeze, wheeze, wheeze, boy, you're going to make me laugh myself to death!

Jalma and Oreste belly laugh and Bartolo squeezes the cup in his hand.

Cesari and Tonneau couldn't decide whether to laugh or not and plastered a twitching smile on their faces.

Jalma and Oreste laughed for a while, but were finally silenced by Bartolo slamming his fist on the table.

'Boy, so much for getting on a roll,'

''Well then, as originally planned, you're going to kill me, dismantle me in pieces, and have the two of you over here dump me?''

Well, you've done a lot of research, and your research skills are a lot more useful than the Cesari's, but if you take me for a fool, you're done.

Finally regaining his pace, Bartolo pulled out his knife with a generous smile on his face and released it.

''Um ... since the ending seems to have been decided anyway, may I ask you a few questions?''

Yeah, go ahead and tell me, kid.

My question was answered by Oreste, who was fiddling with the knife before Bartolo did, "You are all armed with a knife, I am unarmed, so I will have to disappear from Volzard....

'You are all armed with knives, I'm unarmed, so misfortune will come to me and I'll disappear from Volzard... that's what you all think, isn't it?

Yeah, you're right, you know what I'm talking about, kid.

What? Is it the other way around...?

Not only Oreste, but the other four people also gave a doubtful look.

''Yes, it's the opposite, I'll survive and you all will disappear... do you ever think about it?''

Ha-ha-ha, you're not just gonna survive, you're gonna shoot us in the head?

You all know that I can use dark magic and use what the world calls demons, right?

Since I am being asked to share my saga with Nazario, of course he is listening to me, but the five Flame Hounds feel too unguarded for that.

''Fool... no matter how powerful a demon you can use, if you're not here, you won't be able to do anything about it...''

Apparently, from Bartolo's tone of voice, he doesn't think I can summon my family members.

''I see.......may I ask you one more question?''

What? Come on, man.

'What would you guys do if, if I had the power to turn the situation upside down, what would you do? Will you still be hostile? Adventurers lose when they die, right?

Oreste and the others looked at each other and then gathered their gaze on Bartolo.

Bartolo almost signaled to the other four, and I tapped the floor with my toes before he could do so.

Reinhardt stood to my right and Basten to my left, while Zhae and the other undead lizardmen appeared behind the five Flamehounds.

Zae and the others held the heads of the Flamehound faces with their left hands and placed the blades of their kukri knives on their necks.

In addition, Alto and the other undead kobolds appeared to fill the room, showing off their claws and fangs.

'Ladies and gentlemen, please put your knives on the table.

d*mn it. What the f*ck is going on...

Lizardman...

"This is the power in front of you, kid...

If you look at the companions facing each other, you should be able to understand at a glance the situation you are in.

The five of us, whose previous leeway was fogged up and pale, quickly retrieved the knife that was placed on the table meekly by Artoo and the others.

''As long as you all act as decent adventurers in accordance with Volzard's laws, I have no intention of antagonizing you, but if you all are going to make a move on us, we have no choice but to fight back, right?''

"d*mn you ... lick me ...

You're the one who's licking your chops, Mr. Bartolo. You thought I was a child, and you didn't think for a minute that I would be able to fight back by messing with your lodgings without doing a lot of research, did you?

'Shit....'

It doesn't matter how much you stare at them, it's not cool to be deprived of the right to kill or injure them.

''Hahaha, Bartolo, this is a loss for us, it's the other guy's fault for messing with us.

I agree with Jalma's opinion, the little boy uses this many demons without chanting, and even his hand is being looked into. You will be ruined if you are concerned about your pride.

f*ck ... what do you want, kid?

It seems that Bartolo has finally raised the white flag, so let's get him to give in to our demands.

As I said before, if you don't disobey the law or mess with my people, I have no intention of being hostile to you. However, if you won't agree to that request, you will disappear from Volzard. However, I don't intend to kill you, so I'll make you leave. But I might cut it off.

"f*ck... okay, I'll drink that up...

And....

Oh, you're still here...

Yes, and no use of Mr. Cesari and Tony as bait, please?

In front of...

Wait, Mr. Bartolo, what's going on?

Using us as bait... is this really happening?

Hearing that they were going to be used as decoys, as expected, both Cesari and Tony shouted out in protest, but since they were still being restrained by the undead lizardman from behind, there was no lack of power.

'Yes, as you say, I'm a f*cking kid, but from the perspective of that kid, show me a little bit of a good-looking adult. You're an A-rated adventurer, right? I hope they'll show enough spirit to train and nurture their successors and protect them when the need arises.

Bartolo, Oreste and Jalma gave him a reluctant look, and Cesari and Tony nodded their heads in agreement.

'Well, I'm going to have to leave now, but you'll have to keep your word. I don't want to cut off something like that either, so.......

I got up from my seat, and as we had discussed beforehand, Alto and the others dove into the shadows, and the remaining Zae and the rest of us held out our dark shields, and then stepped back and moved straight into the shadow world.

'd*mn, d*mn, d*mn, you little brat, you lick it!

As soon as we disappeared, Bartolo punched and screamed at the table to the point of cracking it, no matter how expensive it looked.

When Oreste raised her hands as if she had just lost it, Jalma nodded her head silently.

''d*mn........that kid, I'll make you hurt someday.......''

Bartolo, could you handle that one by yourself?

Well, yeah, I'm not talking about that either.

You think you can just sit back and let people suck on you like that?

Yeah, well, I don't want to get cut off yet.

So did I... ha ha ha ha ha.

Hey, you little b*tc*...

Bartolo stared at Oreste and Jalma, who exchanged a gazing smile, with a bitter face.

''Um........Bartolo-san, about what you said earlier.......''

Using us as bait...

Shut up and get out of here!

Bartolo unfaithfully threw his legs onto the table and looked up at the ceiling before closing his eyes.

Cesari and Tony, who had been shoved away, exchanged eye contact with each other as to what they were going to do, but they couldn't seem to reach a conclusion.

''Bartolo's right, no matter what the little guy from earlier said, our guts aren't going to change that easily.

"Well, when push comes to shove, they won't hesitate to use you guys as bait... and if you don't want to do that, then you'll have to get past the Flamehound and walk on your own two feet...

Cesari and Tony, looking like they had been shunned by Oreste and Jalma, were silent and thoughtful for a while.

''I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to get out.......for all the help I've received.......''

Tony, who had folded his arms in thought, told him briefly, bowed his head lightly and walked out of the parlor.

Seeing this, Cesari sat up as if he had made up his mind, though he still looked lost.

'Oh, thank you for your help!

As if to shake off his unrequited love, he said a loud goodbye and Cesari also left the parlor.

"Keh, you gutless bastards...

Ha-ha-ha, Oreste, you can't expect that from a young man today.

What are you talking about, the little bastard who mocked us and left us in peace?

Oh, that's right, ha ha ha ha.

Oreste looks refreshed, despite her mouth complaining.

'So, Oreste, what are you going to do now?'

What to do about it, it's just a throwback to the old days.

Ga-ha-ha, it would be nice to have your old face and body back to your old days anyway, ga-ha-ha!

No, no, no, no, no...

You're going to have to go away and...

Bartolo muttered with his eyes closed and Oreste and Jalma looked at each other and then erupted.

'Ughhhh, hey you heard me, Jalma, crybaby Val is saying something.

Ha-ha-ha, wait, don't leave me, Oreste... bye.

When did you start talking to me?

Even though Bartolo opens his eyes and shows us his excitement, the two of them seem to have no idea what to expect.

It seems that these three people are quite old friends.

"I don't know about the others, but you don't need to dress up for us, hey Jalma.

Shut up. I just let my guard down and drank too much yesterday. Next time you come back, I'm gonna crush you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. You're lucky you didn't get chopped off. Better to be small than not, right?

Shut up! I'm not small!

The thing is...

Ha-ha-ha, let's leave it at that.

"d*mn it, I'll do it...

There doesn't seem to be any problems as far as these three people are concerned, but looking at last night's conversation and today's handling of the situation, there seems to be quite a few problems, so I'll still let Donovan-san in on the report.

However, whether it's Klaus-san or Bartolo and the others, they're all adults who are a bit hesitant to learn from each other.

Even though it's the farthest city, it's still a problem....