Inside An Ad**t Game As A Former Hero

sound of claps evoked their attention.
They turned their attention to the one who clapped just now.

“”

Cloud, the person who made the movement, said with a smile.

“As you all know, the ship was wrecked in a storm.
And so we fell into the land of the orcs.
In such a situation, we have only one option to take.
We have to somehow get to the border and get out of here.”

“Get out..? Is it possible? If the orcs see us while we are moving, it would be the end of all of us…”

Someone questioned in a dismayed tone.

The person who mumbled the desperate words earlier, he looked like he had already given up on everything.

At those words, Cloud shook his head.

“That’s right.
If we encounter orcs in the process, there is no other end.”

“Then…”

“But, does anyone has a better idea than the one I just suggested? If yes, please present it.
We’ll all take a look at it positively.”

“…none.”

“Then do as I say.
Wouldn’t it be better to live even a little bit longer with perseverance than dying here like dead logs?”

Cloud looked at the people sitting around the bonfire one by one.
The facial expressions were better than before.
It was a positive sign.

“Ha ha, now I just can’t silently listen to you anymore.”

And whenever things are going to go well, there’s always a guy present there who is always ready to blaze the candle.
Because it was a familiar situation, Cloud’s expression remained impassive.

Really.

He looked at the man who wanted to die with no expression on his face.

A young man who appeared to be in his mid to late teens.
He was the guy who had expressed his anger earlier by saying he was going to complain to his father.
Next to him stood a middle-aged man who appeared to be his escort.

“Why?”

“It looks like you are trying to take the lead in this group, right?”

“Yes, is there any problem?”

“…you are brave.
Well, that’s not bad.
But taking the initiative is another matter.
You must not take the initiative.
Only I can take the initiative here.”

His voice, speaking as if it were natural, was full of arrogance and confidence.

Huh, does logic works in this way too?

Cloud asked, tilting his head.

“So, why will you be the only one who can lead this group?”

“Of course it is because I am a noble.
Isn’t it strange in the first place that the commoners who should obediently follow the nobles, are making the nobles follow them?”

The young man who spoke up to that point looked at the reactions of others.
He didn’t even need to look.
From the moment the word ‘noble’ came out, everyone had their eyes turned downwards or fidgeted.

The imprint of being ruled, engraved over a long period of time from generation to generation, presented it’s reaction.

The young man smiled contentedly and continued.

“So from now on, I will control you all.
This is an order, not a suggestion or request.
Those who do not obey my orders will be judged as criminals that instant… keek!”

The young man who was kicked to the side, rumpled on the floor.
And the middle-aged man who was standing like an escort immediately drew out his sword.

“Dude, speak less sh!t.”

Cloud glanced at the sword aimed at him and ordered Krappa.

“Howl, beat it.
As long as it doesn’t interfere with his movement ability.”

“Yes.”

The middle-aged frowned at the casual conversation that seemed to be talking about cleaning some roadside garbage.

“You.
You dare insult a knight.
Repay that insult with death!”

A horizontally swung sword aimed at Krappa’s neck.
It was a clean cut with no frills.
And Krappa blocked it with his palm.

“What?!”

The middle-aged was astonished.

How can this person block his own sword just by sticking out his palm?!

It was ridiculous.

A knight’s sword is not something that can be stopped so lightly!

But there was not much time for him to be astonished.

Krappa’s fist pounded the middle-aged man’s face twice in a row like a clean cut.

Puck! Puck!

There was a dull sound, like being hit with a blunt weapon.
Krappa got on top of the middle-aged man who fell backwards.
He started whacking, one after another, waving his fists as forcefully as he could.

“Heh, heh.
Heh, heh..!”

…with a bizarre laugh.

Cloud sighed.

“Don’t hurt his bones.
We still have a long way to walk together anyways.”

“All right!”

The voice was very bright.

Um, did I tormented the dude too much? I also think it was a little bit too much to pickle up his secret stash of beef jerky with garlic juice.

Cloud reflected a little on himself.

That doesn’t mean he would stop the garlic feast arranged for his new ‘companion’, though.

“Do you know who I am, how dare you do this to me?!”

Callios, who rose from the floor while wriggling, glared at Cloud with a terrifying force.

“Well, let’s now also hear, who are you?”

“I am the legitimate heir of Viscount Goldenbern of the Kingdom of Prona, Callios Goldenbern! Now do you understand? Who you made an enemy of, Goldenbern family… geh!”

“”

After getting kicked again in his stomach, Callios rolled over the floor once again.

“Ugh… you, you! Didn’t you hear what I just said? I am…”

“I heard it all.
You said you are the son of a certain bla bla Viscount family of countryside? Here I thought you were going to be some great aristocrat.”

“What..? Countryside..?”

Callios gave him a look of disbelief.

Countryside?

Did he heard it right?

Sadly, it seemed that there was no problem with his hearing ability.

‘He said that my family is just a countryside family..?’

There are only two cases where this is possible.

Either he’s a crazy idiot or…

Or, he comes from a background that is ridiculously superior to his.

The latter was more likely to be the case when thinking about it rationally.

“T, That, who are you..?”

Cloud squatted down and made an eye level contact with Callios.
The frightened figure of Callios was reflected in his cold, sunken eyes.

Cloud responded.

“So, who do you think I would be?”