The Lord Is Too Overbearing

Chapter 391 Getting Busy Again

On their way to regroup with their army, Basil and the others encountered a lot of Magic Beasts. Sometimes, they had to make a stop since fighting Sixth Grade Magic Beasts while running wasn't easy.

... At least, that was the case for Tinuviel, Aegnor and Cyane.

Basil, as an owner of one of the strongest Sixth Grade Magic Beasts, and his company didn't feel any problem killing the Magic Beasts while moving. He didn't even need to fight since Deacon could easily take care of them.

"These idiots are fighting for the top position now that the Dragon and Yamata no Orochi have died. How cute," Deacon scoffed. "Look at how weak they are. It is ludicrous seeing them coming at me with so much confidence."

"What happened to him?" Iliana asked. "He has never been this sharp-tongued before."

"Magic Beasts also have pride. I believe it is because he couldn't do anything for Lord Basil in his fight with the Dragon," Ione responded.

"Well, I guess that makes sense."

"Get out of my sight!" Deacon shouted.

Boom!

His Mana Pressure overwhelmed the surroundings, scaring away the Magical Beasts that were approaching him. His pressure, however, also startled Tinuviel and the people who were running with her.

Uncaring to that, Deacon kept his Mana Pressure at full blast. Powered by his annoyance, it cleared their way of any Magic Beasts.

The obstacles, of course, didn't stop there. When their army entered their vision, they found their army surrounded by Magic Beasts.

Fortunately, their army did well; especially, Basil's which was in a Magic Battle Formation. Wasting no time, Tinuviel, Aegnor and Cyane joined the fray, killing the Magic Beasts that stood in their way.

The Pacifer trio kept sitting on Deacon's back and watched as the Legion they brought with them slew the Magic Beasts that came at them. Basil didn't think they needed help, so he merely observed them 200 metres away.

"My hands feel itchy. I will join the fun," Iliana said before jumping down from Deacon.

"I need to vent my frustration, so I will also join the fight," Ione stated as she flew in the direction of the Magic Beasts.

"Master—"

"Just go," Basil interrupted Deacon. "I will just watch here," he said as he jumped down.

Without looking back even once, Deacon dashed away. He howled mightily, announcing his presence to the Magic Beasts there.

Some of the Magic Beasts made a distance from Deacon, but some immediately came at him. He destroyed those that came at him with his air spheres, clearing his way of any obstacles rapidly.

"Everyone has become a battle maniac. They are so eager to fight," Basil remarked as he watched the scene presented before his eyes. "I can end the whole battle in a second, but that will kill their excitement."

Basil's eyes turned to Iliana and the grin on her face. He would ruin her fun if he jumped in and that would bring him no good.

The last time he did that, he had to accompany her to look for some "sandbags," which were Middle Class Demons to quench her thirst for blood. They ended up liberating a Demon-infested territory because of that.

"I will just sit here and observe ... Well, I don't need to observe them anymore, but I will pretend that I am doing it, so I don't get bored."

Basil tapped the ground twice with his feet; a chair and a table made of earth emerged from the ground. He sat down, put his tea-making set on the table and enjoyed his tea as he entertained himself with the battle before him.

"Hm... It is a very good function, but I hate the fact that I can hardly even utilize my knowledge."

Basil was also exploring the new ability of the Guide, which was an automatic answering system. As Matheus said, he didn't need to ask to get answers; he just had to wonder and the information of what he wondered about was presented before him.

He found the function very convenient, but he couldn't bring himself to say he liked it. Sometimes, after all, he also wondered about mundane things, so it was quite irritating for him to be provided with information about those.

"They don't think while fighting." Basil frowned lightly. "They just cut whatever before them without thinking about the fastest way to conclude the whole battle. This is quite frustrating."

Basil, with his analysis and the help of the Guide, had figured out the easiest and fastest way to end the fight; therefore, looking at the people fighting like that made his hands also feel itchy.

Flash!

As he sipped his tea, his attention was attracted by the light Joyeuse was exuding. The light was blinding enough to send the Magic Beasts into a state of confusion.

"Ah, it absorbs the light and releases it ten times brighter," Basil remarked. "The light also blinds one's mind, so closing one's eyes will not do anything. Hm... This sword only works against a certain level of opponent."

Although Basil didn't think Joyeuse was an amazing sword, it didn't mean it wasn't. His standard was so high that a light-cutting sword no longer sparked his interest.

In the end, he lost all interest to watch the fight. The more he watched, the itchier his hands got; he chose to focus his attention on his tea, so he didn't end up killing their excitement.

p ...

The fight was concluded in 30 minutes. Everyone had had fun, so none of them was disappointed by the lack of action.

They immediately climbed down the mountain and returned to the village. Basil and Cyane, along with their company, immediately conducted a meeting with the Elders and Tinuviel upon arrival, meanwhile, their troops were sent back to their manors.

"We are very sorry for immediately calling you here even after the rough battle you have just had, Master Basil."

"It is fine—let us cut to chase. We need to re-evaluate our conclusion about what actually happened between the two tribes."

"Let us hear it."

Instead of Tinuviel, Basil took the lead in the meeting. Now that they were allies, he needed to prevent Cyane from knowing that Tinuviel had tricked them about the whole conflict.

When he announced his status as the Fated Child, he would instantly become the entire Human Empire's enemy. While the other races would keep their hands away from the matter, the Elven Race would be the only one on his side.

If he let Tinuviel's scheme be unfolded, given the stigma the Elven Race would get, it wouldn't be a surprise if some people from the other races would come looking for him. He could still face them, obviously, but fewer enemies were always preferable.

"To think that Yamata no Orochi had been living up there..."

"Scratch that; what about the Dragon? We didn't know anything about it being there."

"I am more intrigued with Master Basil's prowess. It is very impressive for someone as young as him to be able to slay that creature."

The Elves were also good at acting. They managed to fool Cyane, making Basil's effort not go unrewarded.

When the meeting ended, it was agreed that they should go meet Aegnor together the day after and discuss the matter with him. They wanted to clear up the "misunderstanding" and retained their good relationship.

A day passed quickly and the play was resumed.

Aegnor turned out to be a great actor too; he knew how to make the discussion more believable. He kept presenting them the result of his investigation before "realising" that Tinuviel was right.

The conflict was concluded and the party to celebrate the conclusion of their "conflict" was held afterwards. Basil didn't want to attend; however, he had no other choice since it wouldn't look good if he and his army immediately returned.

"It took us longer to make the lie believable than to kill Yamata no Orochi."

"Well... We couldn't just brute force our way to convince that side after all."

"Anyway..."

"Yes?"

"Why do we have to dance?"

At the question, Tinuviel, whose waist was being held by Basil as he swayed her body, turned her head away to hide her blush. Her Mana, unfortunately, didn't lie, so Basil knew what she was thinking.

Basil was amused by how pure Tinuviel was but also horrified by what she thought of him. He was sure he had never wooed her, but she seemed to have fallen in love with him.

'I just found another Sylvia,' he thought bitterly.

He didn't have that good of an experience with someone who developed puppy love towards him. He had thought Sylvia would get over her love over the years, but it got stronger instead.

Iliana wasn't very happy whenever she met Sylvia, so he didn't want to have another woman chasing him, thinking he would take her in his boat. Although polygamous marriage was a custom in this world, he didn't want to do it.

"Have you talked about the matter with your mother?"

"Is it about the Alliance Army? Yes, I have."

"What was her response?"

"It is you, Lord Basil—how can we refuse your request?"

"Good."

Unlike Sylvia, fortunately, Tinuviel wasn't very direct about it. Basil didn't mind telling her directly that he had no interest in her—just like what he had done to Sylvia—but he still preferred rejecting her implicitly.

It might not mean much in human custom, but for the Elven Race, their first love was bordering sacral. Although no one would blame him, rejecting Tinuviel directly would still affect his relationship with the Elven Race somehow.

By keeping their relationship as professional as possible, he expected Tinuviel to realize what she was doing and back down. That way, he didn't need to break the heart of the Elf, who was experiencing her first love.

"Lord Basil... I would like to have another dance with you."

"..."

"When you come next time, let us dance together."

Looking at how deep Tinuviel had fallen into the hole named puppy love, Basil was slightly sceptical if she would ever wake up. He sighed inwardly and nodded his head with a small, helpless smile.

Basil immediately walked towards Iliana and Ione as soon as the dance ended. They gave him a sympathetic look and, for the first time, he wished them to be jealous instead.

"Don't worry. She will soon realize that she is wrong for loving a human," Iliana said, holding back a chuckle.

"She will eventually get over it, My Lord," Ione assured with not a very assuring tone.

"Master, you deserve your title: God of Casanova!" Deacon exclaimed.

Like that, the night ended. In the morning, Basil and his army returned to Braxtein Kingdom.