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Ruler Vol 6 Chapter 38

Author: Anit666

Editor: Weasalopes

【Sam’s POV】

“You… how dare you!?” The so-called Count flared up in rage.

Of course, the haughty noble cannot handle being rejected by the girl he was trying to pick up. How very typical.

To think I would be forced to witness this frankly overdone trope in real life after being fed up with it in the novels I read.

I guess one cannot escape the curse of the cliches.

Though in this… thing’s defence, anyone would fly in rage after hearing the things Sherry said. This one’s on her, chief.

Hmm, but Sherry cannot be blamed either. It is only natural for her to seethe with wrath when an unknown, creepy piece of shit ignores her wishes and constantly harasses her.

In conclusion, while Sherry could have handled things differently to avoid more trouble, she cannot be faulted for what she actually did.

In other words, fuck this Count.

“And how dare YOU insult him?!” Sherry flared up in response.

Thanks for defending me, Sherry. It’s enough to bring tears to my eyes.

“Fuck him, and fuck you!” Suddenly, the Count brought out a sword using some kind of space manipulation magic (or maybe a Magic Item, I’m not really sure). “Both of you will pay for insulting me!”

Uh, isn’t that, you know, kinda extreme?

I mean, he wants to kill us for what, saying some harsh words to him? Sure, we (Sherry) called him a mistake of an existence and pointed out that his parents still regretted having him, but that’s just some light-hearted banter, mate.

This man is an overreacting baby.

He is textbook definition of that one haughty noble that sets his eyes on the MC’s love interest, gets brutally rejected (obviously), then tries to harm her in some way to get revenge only to get murdered in cold-blood.

This guy probably won’t go down the same path, but, hmm…

｢Sherry. I know this is kind of a weird question to ask in this situation, but how far have you gone with Michael?｣ I asked through telepathy.

｢…That is a strange question to ask. A-and why are you interested, anyway?｣

Why is she flustered?

⟦Why do you think, genius?⟧

｢Because I might have a plan to get the two of you closer.｣

｢…What plan?｣ Sherry squinted at me in suspicion, but the glint in her eyes betrayed her anticipation.

Well, before that, let’s deal with this stupid motherfucker.

“You will make us pay?” By the time I asked this question, my right hand had already lifted the Count by his throat.

Interestingly, he didn’t try to stab me with his sword.

And that’s because his hand had instinctively let it go to free his neck from my hand. Dumbass.

“G-guh! Unhand-”

“I’m curious,” my grip tightened. “How exactly will you do that?”

Well, there’s actually absolutely nothing that an insect- a mere vermin that people on my level wouldn’t even spit on- like him could do to ‘make us pay’.

Because as conceited as it may sound, I can wipe trifles like him with a flick of my finger. Like seriously, making him disappear would be so easy that I could do it in my sleep.

Not that I would, but it’s nice to know that I have that option.

Huh, maybe I am the one who’s getting drunk on power.

Better stop myself before I end up deleting this very world from this Universe.

“Y-you have, guh, no idea what I can do,” Mr. County McCount eked out while glaring daggers at me.

How original of him.

“Yes, that’s why I am asking, no?”

“You, you will not get away with this…”

Ah yes, a genius answer, if I say so myself.

“That again?”

Looks like I’ll have to try a different approach. I do want him to dance, after all.

And so, I pulled my hand back (with his throat still in my grip, of course) and threw him using a moderate amount of force, towards the front of this establishment.

Of course, the moderate amount I used was more than enough for the Count to break through the front and reach outside.

And of course, outside was the busy market.

Now what happens when someone is suddenly and violently flung out of a store right in the middle of a bustling market?

“What the?!”

“What happened?”

“Are they fighting?”

“I think someone got kicked out.”

“Hey, isn’t that… Count Vindalo?”

That’s right. The people around stop what they are doing and pay attention to the commotion.

Which is exactly opposite of what Count Vindalo (what an exotic name) would want, especially because he’s the one getting humiliated. That’s what I’d like to assume, anyway.

I don’t think I’m wrong though, considering he has been the very textbook definition of dumb noble so far.

“Guh, ah,” the Count was groaning while lying on his back.

Seems like my ‘moderate amount’ was too much for our Count.

“S-Sir!” The clerk belatedly exclaimed as I started to make my way towards the troglodyte.

“Don’t worry, we’ll pay for the damages.”

Or more like, Sherry will, because I’m fucking broke.

Well, I do have 100 Gold coins, but I’m not sure if that will be enough to pay for the repair of this fine establishment.

Common sense says that it should be more than enough, but I have no idea how money works in this world so I’ll leave it to Sherry.

I’m sure she’ll handle it just fine.

“There is no need to worry about that, sir,” the clerk responded amicably. “I just wanted you to leave the rest to us. We have already troubled you enough as it is.”

Damn, now that’s the VIP treatment I’m talking about, baby.

“This should have been handled by you in the first place,” Sherry responded in a cold voice. “I’m terribly disappointed by your service.”

Hmm, I suppose that’s right too. For the store to do nothing even when one of their VIP members was being harassed sounds a little odd to me.

Time to leave it a 1-star review on Yelp.

“I have no words,” the clerk deeply bowed.

Or maybe that Count is a VIP member too, so the store couldn’t interfere in an argument between two VIP members?

This issue is getting too complex, so let’s just move on.

“We heard a commotion. Did something happen?” And like an angel descending on the mortal plebeians, Susan came out of the fitting room and asked.

What an incredibly weird question though. Did she not hear the loud crash as the front of this store was destroyed, and can she not see the destroyed front?

Her observational skills need some serious work. I can only wonder how she survived for 5000 years in Phiria’s world.

Oh wait, she didn’t.

⟦Oof.⟧

“And you still couldn’t find it in you to come out and check if we needed any help.”

I’m terribly disappointed, Susan.

Should I use this as an excuse to kick her out of my party? The less unstable people around me, the better.

“What do you want me to do? Run out naked?” Susan scoffed.

I would have.

“Fair point.”

Not that I can say that to her.

“Besides, you were here. I didn’t think you’d need my help,” she scowled.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

That honestly sounds a bit too specific.

⟦Did Ex-Sam have a fight with her or something?⟧

Let’s ask the free loading wankers themselves.

⟦First of all, fuck you,⟧ Simone answered. ⟦And yes, Ex-Sam and Susan had an argument when she asked him why she had to go through all the things she did. Obviously, Ex-Sam refused to entertain her question.⟧

Of-fucking-course.

“Obviously not, but it’s called basic decency, Susan.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” she scoffed.

Wow.

“Anyway,” I turned to the clerk. “I’ll be waiting upstairs, if that’s fine by you. Please sort this mess as soon as possible and come up. I don’t have all day.”

It pains me to be rude to him, but I can’t go soft and undermine Sherry’s authority. She’s the one with the membership, so she wears the pants around here, both figuratively and literally.

“I’ll be there shortly, sir.”

Well then, let’s check out their groundbreaking invention of Shirts, shall we?