Chapter 150 : Chapter 150

Chapter 150. Welcome, Double Dragon (2)

Giant Bill.

He was originally a mercenary and a skilled one who had reached the 3-star level.

Thanks to that, there was a time when he was treated as a successful mercenary, receiving a fairly high price for his services.

But was his violent personality the problem?

He had conflicts with his fellow mercenaries on several occasions and eventually became a criminal for the crime of murdering a colleague.

Although most mercenaries commit illegal acts as a matter of course, murdering a colleague is a serious crime.

Bill was immediately put on the mercenary world’s blacklist.

And like most fallen mercenaries, he changed his profession.

To a bandit.

A 3-star level mercenary had changed his profession to a bandit, so it didn't take long to build a force.

Bill, who had skills on par with a decent knight, quickly gathered other bandits.

And before long, he became the leader of a large bandit group with over 300 subordinates.

He set up his base in the northeastern region of the Kingdom of Atronia and attacked merchants traveling on the trade routes or plundered small nearby villages.

Naturally, the local lords, who could not look upon this favorably, tried to subjugate Bill, but they failed every time.

First of all, there were no lords with strong military power in the vicinity of where Bill’s bandit group was based.

This meant it was difficult to rashly subjugate a bandit group of over 300 men.

So the lords joined forces and formed an allied force to drive him out.

But every time that happened, Bill would run far away.

And when the lords’ allied force came up empty and disbanded, he would return and re-establish his position.

After repeating that process several times, the subjugation ultimately failed.

And Bill’s bandit group gradually grew in size, and their number exceeded 500.

In the end, he had established himself as a big-shot bandit leader that even the lords could not touch carelessly.

* * *

“Hehehe. This is a successful life, isn’t it? Right?”

“Please don’t do this.”

Bill was harassing a village maiden that his subordinates had captured and presented to him.

She was a woman he had been putting effort into for several days, as he liked her fair skin and slender body, which were unusual for a country girl.

He could have taken her by force, but he was exercising his own brand of patience to make her his lover.

Of course, it had no effect.

“Please let me go. Please…”

She tried to break free from Bill’s arms, which were holding her forcefully.

But she could not overcome the man’s brute strength, and as she continued to try to get away, Bill whispered in a creepy voice.

“If your tantrum is too severe, your entire village might burn down.”

“Sob…”

The strength drained from the resisting village maiden’s hands.

At that, Bill laughed triumphantly and said.

“If you can’t escape anyway, then accept it. If you become my woman, it will be much better than struggling in the dirt.”

“Sob… Sob sob…”

As the strength left the village maiden’s body and her resistance ceased, Bill’s hands began to grope her body without restraint.

“Hehehe. That’s right. That’s how it should be.”

He had been patient and put in effort for several days, so for a bandit, this was a long time to endure.

Just as he was about to lay her down to make her his…

“Boss, we have a big problem.”

“What is it?”

Bill asked back in a displeased voice at his subordinate’s urgent report.

He hated being disturbed when he was spending time with a woman.

But the subordinate’s situation was also urgent, so he ran in panting and said.

“An… an enemy attack.”

“An enemy? Who is it?”

“I don’t know who they are, but they are incredibly skilled. Four of them are taking down all our guys.”

“Four of them? What kind of nonsense is that…”

Kwaaaang!

Just then, Bill saw it.

Someone who had blown away the door to his residence and appeared.

That person was holding two swords in both hands, and from those swords, blood, presumed to be from his subordinates, was dripping down.

Most of all, he had a murderous smile on his face.

He spoke to Bill.

“Are you the leader of this bandit group?”

“Who… are you?”

“I’m Patrick Schneider.”

“Who asked for your name? Where did you come from…. Huh?”

Patrick Schneider?

That name sounded familiar.

So that must be…

“Double Dragon?”

“Oh, you know me well.”

“……”

I know.

Of course I know.

The winner of Arcana and a monster among monsters who reached the 7-star realm at the youngest age on the continent.

Why would such a monster appear in his life?

To Bill, who was so dumbfounded that his sense of reality was failing, Patrick grinned and said.

“Then let’s get to the beating.”

“Wai… wait!”

Poooow!

Bill, who was trying to resolve things with words, took a kick to the face and was sent flying backward.

And Patrick approached him and said.

“‘Wait’ is informal, isn’t it?”

“Keuuuk…”

“Where does a bandit bastard get off speaking informally to this great me? Huh? You impudent brat.”

“Le, let’s resolve this with dialogue.”

“Dialogue?”

“That’s right. If we talk… Keok!”

Craaaaack!

This time, it was a slap.

He didn't know when he was hit, but with one slap from Patrick, Bill’s body spun in the air.

And as Bill lay fallen, Patrick approached him step by step and said.

“Don’t give me that dialogue crap. Exchanging words with Unorthodox bastards is the forty-fifth thing I hate. You bastard. Huh?”

“What’s with all the things you hate… Keok!”

“You ask why there are so many? It’s my business, you bastard.”

And Patrick began to seriously stomp on the fallen Bill.

Pow!

Crack!

Kwaang!

Crunch!

The brutal festival of violence was more than enough to drive the village maiden, who was trembling in a corner, into terror.

Even though the one being beaten was the hated leader of the bandit group.

* * *

While Patrick was beating up Bill.

Most of the bandits outside had also been taken care of.

“Easy.”

“Indeed.”

“We didn't miss any. Thanks to blocking the entrance as the Young Master ordered.”

The three people besides Patrick.

Matthew, Isabella, and April.

Though there were only three of them, for these three, making short work of a bandit group was nothing.

Even Matthew, the weakest of the three, was at the 4-star level.

Isabella had recently reached the 5-star level, and in April’s case, it goes without saying.

She was the only martial artist in this world who walked the same path as Patrick, a practitioner whose level classification itself was different from the worldly standard.

With such monsters running rampant, what could a weak bandit group do?

If they didn't want to die, their only choice was to surrender and prostrate themselves.

Just like right now.

“Everyone, heads down. The bastard who makes eye contact with me, that moment will be the last day of his life.”

“……”

“……”

At the threat filled with sincerity, the bandits all slammed their heads towards the ground.

Matthew, the precious young master of the Elbador Merchant Guild, was once a young man of simple and sincere character.

So simple that he seemed somewhat foolish.

That was why he was bullied by his classmates and picked on by his seniors.

But even that Matthew, after spending three years with Patrick Schneider…

Poooow!

“Aak!”

…had become a real man who could send a person’s jaw flying.

Matthew approached the bandit who had been sent flying by the blow to his jaw and continued to stomp on him, reprimanding him.

“This bastard thinks my words are goblin shit? Didn’t I say you’d die if you raised your head? Where do you think you’re looking? Huh?”

“Sor… sorry. Keok!”

“Why do something you’ll be sorry for? Huh? Why do it?”

“Keok. Sa… save me… Aaaak!”

“Save you? Save you? Did you just ask me to save you with your own mouth?”

Matthew’s gaze fell upon the people gathered on one side.

They were the women who had been through rough things and the villagers who were so thin they were being worked like slaves.

He looked at them and then back at the bandits.

And then…

“A bastard like you wants to live? Huh? You want to live!”

Matthew’s eyes became bloodshot.

“Kuaaak! Uk!”

Matthew mercilessly stomped on the bandit.

The very guys who ruined and trampled on the lives of the powerless had the audacity to speak of mercy when they themselves were in the position of the weak.

For guys like these, mercy and forgiveness were a luxury.

“Die! Just die! You bastards who are a waste of the air you breathe!”

“Aak! Kuaak!”

As Matthew was beating an unnamed bandit, Patrick appeared, dragging something.

A living creature whose body was so swollen that its form was unrecognizable, but was still barely breathing.

“Is that the leader?”

“Yeah. But why are you stomping on a bandit?”

“He pissed me off.”

“Ah, bandits often do that.”

“Right?”

Listening to their conversation, the bandits trembled in fear.

Until this morning, they had been a large-scale bandit group of over 500 men, flaunting their power, but now they were just captured prisoners.

To just four people.

They thought it was impossible, but the story was different if the opponent was that Patrick Schneider.

‘Damn Double Dragon.’

‘Why is a 7-star swordsman coming after us?’

‘Shouldn’t big shots like that play with other big shots?’

‘This is cheating.’

The bandits felt it was downright unfair.

But thanks to them, the Bill bandit group, a long-standing nuisance in the northeast region, was smashed, and this was reality.

“First, what should we do with these guys?”

“We should hand them over to a nearby fief. Let’s tie them up and move them.”

And so, Patrick caught all of them, stomped on them thoroughly, and then handed them over to a nearby fiefdom.

There were some who tried to escape in the middle, but after he cleanly sliced them into 16 pieces on the spot, the others didn't even dream of escaping.

After dealing with the bandits like that…

“Ah. I know. I’ll do it, okay? Stop nagging me.”

Seeing Patrick shouting at the sky, Matthew said.

“Who are you talking to?”

“There’s someone. A nagging old man.”

Patrick clicked his tongue and moved to clean up.

And a short while later…

* * *

“Amy!”

“Dad! Mom!”

It felt like a dream to the middle-aged man.

His daughter, who had been captured by bandits and whose fate was unknown, had returned safely.

His wife hugged their daughter and sobbed with joy, and he himself just stared at this scene, trembling as if he couldn't believe it.

He thought that if this were a dream, he would be fine never waking up.

And such scenes were happening here and there in the village.

“Jamie!”

“Honey!”

Those who had been captured by the bandits were returning to their families’ embrace.

As they were people they thought they would never see again, this joy was beyond words.

“Who… who saved you all like this?”

At her father’s words, the captured daughter wiped her tears and said.

“Those people over there saved us.”

“Those people…?”

What the middle-aged man saw were four men and women.

One was a very beautiful, graceful lady with black hair.

Another was a man in a neat uniform, but he was a man of beauty more stunning than a woman.

The man next to him was a fine young man with a sturdy impression.

And next to him…

“Tsk, why am I doing such a troublesome thing…”

That delinquent-like appearance, spitting on the street with an expression that clearly showed he was annoyed.

So, the word that usually defines such a young man is…

“A delinquent?”

Someone said it and then hastily covered their mouth.

But unfortunately…

“Hoooo…. De! Lin! Quent!”

That delinquent had good ears.

Just then, the daughter next to him hastily said.

“Dad, that person is the very same Patrick Schneider.”

“No, I wouldn’t know a noble’s name just by hearing it, dear.”

“You know, the one they call Double Dragon…”

“Double Dragon… Huk!”

Only then did the villagers jump in surprise.

As country folk, they only knew their own ruling lord; other nobles were just vaguely high-ranking people.

They never saw their faces and naturally didn't know their names.

But…

“Pa… Patrick Schneider?”

“That Double Dragon?”

Even they knew Patrick’s name.

Unless you were deaf and blind, it was impossible to live without knowing Patrick’s name.

Then it made sense.

No matter how great the Bill bandit group was, they were still just a group of bandits.

If the renowned Double Dragon of the entire continent stepped up, the result was obvious.

Patrick gave a crooked greeting to the villagers who recognized him.

“How do you do? It’s the delinquent Patrick.”

He was sulking.

He was clearly very sulky.

But fortunately, Patrick’s sulking did not last long.

Once they knew Patrick’s identity, the atmosphere of the villagers completely changed.

“To think that person is the Patrick Schneider…”

“The youngest Arcana winner.”

“The 7-star swordsman who achieved the pinnacle.”

“The future strongest on the continent who even defeated the successor of the Sword Saint.”

Respect, awe, emotion, admiration.

With every word the villagers spoke, the corner of Patrick’s mouth subtly rose.

“Ahem, well, it’s not like someone that great has come…”

He was pretending not to, but the corner of his mouth was rising higher and higher.

Watching him, Matthew and Isabella said.

“He’s over the moon. Absolutely over the moon.”

“We have to understand. Where else would he have received such praise?”

“That has a point.”

“What a simple-minded guy.”

Regardless, Patrick, who was in a good mood, spoke.

“Ahem, Ace, bring what you’ve prepared.”

“Yes. Understood, Young Master.”

April, who received Patrick’s order, brought a heavy pouch.

And she placed it in front of the villagers with a thud.

“What is this?”

To the villagers who asked cautiously, Patrick said.

“I picked it up on the way.”

“…Yes?”

“Just take it.”

“No, what is this that you’re…”

The one who supplemented the insufficient explanation was April, who had delivered the pouch herself.

“It is what the Young Master is giving to you all. Please open it.”

At the words of the butler, who was so beautiful it was hard to believe he was a man, the villagers untied the string that held the pouch’s opening.

And then…

“Huk?”

“Gold coins?”

Inside was a huge sum of money that they had never even touched in their entire lives.

To the horrified villagers, Patrick said.

“It’s the money I took from raiding the bandits’ base.”

“Ho… how can you give this to us?”

“Tsk, just take it. Otherwise, I won’t be able to sleep comfortably.”

No matter how much Patrick loved money, if he pocketed that money, he would have trouble sleeping at night.

Every time he went to bed, the auditory hallucination of his Master would appear and nag him, so how could he take it?

“Please accept it without reservation.”

At Patrick’s words, the villagers could not contain their emotions.

Not only did he find their families who had been kidnapped by bandits, but he even gave them back the wealth that had been taken from them…

“Aigoo, to think I didn’t even recognize such a person…. I am sorry, Sir Knight.”

The man who had called Patrick a delinquent a little while ago apologized to Patrick with tears streaming down his face.

Patrick smirked at him and said.

“It’s alright. Please stay healthy from now on.”

“Sir Knight. Won’t you stay for at least one day?”

“We are not yet knights. We are Academy students.”

“No. You are all knights more excellent than anyone else.”

“That’s right. Please stay for a day.”

“We will spare nothing to treat you. Our family’s sheep is a bit old, but if we catch it, the meat is plump…”

Seeing the villagers trying to treat them somehow despite their poverty, Patrick let out a sigh and said.

“It’s alright. We’re busy, so we’ll just be on our way.”

And then he pushed away the villagers who were trying to hold him back and left.

The villagers looked wistfully at the backs of the four people leaving in the direction of the setting sun.

“Ah, to think they would leave like this…”

“So people like that really exist.”

“Oh, Yupinel, please bless their future.”

The villagers felt as if they had been helped by a knight who had popped out of a story.

A knight who protects the weak and defeats evil.

Now, they would never forget the name Patrick Schneider for the rest of their lives.

* * *

After leaving the village, Matthew spoke to Patrick.

“Why are you doing this?”

“What?”

“I’m talking about this uncharacteristic good deed of yours.”

“Why? Is it strange for me to do something good?”

“Yes. Very.”

“Actually, I think so too.”

When even Isabella chimed in, Patrick wore a very mournful expression.

What do these people take me for…

Even though I look like this, in my past life, I was the Radiant Dragon Great Master, renowned for his chivalry and righteousness.

“Spit it out. What’s your scheme?”

“Did you perhaps receive a new directive from the Demonic Realm?”

Strange.

They were definitely not like this in the past.

One was a kind and gentle guy, and the other was a cold-blooded woman who barely showed her emotions.

So why did they grow up so crooked?

‘I don’t know the cause.’

You don’t know? You really don’t know?

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