Motoyasu, who was sprayed on the face by Myne, was stunned.
Although Myne is indeed good-looking, it still didn't feel good to have vomit all over his face. At the very least, Motoyasu started to curse in his heart.
"I'm sorry, Motoyasu-sama... please stay away from me a little bit."
Myne tried hard to suppress the feeling of nausea, took two steps back as she spoke, and even raised her right hand to signal Motoyasu not to approach.
Seeing her action, Motoyasu's feelings grew even more complicated.
I was spat on the face, and now I'm being treated with disgust.
Then Motoyasu turned to look at the two female adventurers—surely, they wouldn't dislike him...
However, the faces of the two female adventurers showed undisguised disgust.
Motoyasu turned his head slowly. At this moment, he felt a deep sense of betrayal, and he was not in the mood to explain why he peed his pants. In fact, there was nothing to explain.
"Yo~~~ Isn't this the Hero of the Spear who peed his pants?"
"A dignified Hero, how could he pee his pants? Don't talk nonsense."
"But this is a fact that cannot be changed. You can see that his followers despise him— isn't it because he peed his pants?"
"For such a big man to pee his pants, he shouldn't be the Hero of the Spear, but the Hero of the Urine, haha..."
At this moment, Motoyasu heard those extremely mocking voices, one after another.
"Who is it? Come out! What kind of skill is sneaking around?!"
Motoyasu, who was already disliked by Myne, was furious.
"Still angry, are you? And... we're not sneaking around, we've been here all along!"
As soon as the words fell, a figure jumped down from the tree, and he was wearing a grimace mask.
This mask looked very familiar to Motoyasu and the others because the masks of the villagers from last night were all of this style, though the grimaces on them were different.
Immediately afterward, Motoyasu's pupils shrank as more people wearing grimace masks appeared around them.
There were more than 10 people in total. Though their positions seemed scattered, they were actually strategic; whether it was Motoyasu, Myne, or the adventurers trying to escape, they would face at least one person's attack instantly.
In other words, they had effectively trapped Motoyasu and the others.
And they were Jack and his companions who had come to block them.
"Who are you, and what is your purpose?"
Although Motoyasu didn't know what these grimace masks had to do with the villagers from last night, he understood that the 10 who appeared and surrounded him weren't there with good intentions.
"Let me warn you, he is Master Motoyasu, the Hero of the Spear, and he is not someone you can provoke lightly."
"That's right, as long as Master Motoyasu makes a move, no matter who you are, you will be defeated instantly!"
Shouting, the two female adventurers moved closer to Motoyasu. Even though they still disliked the smell of urine on him, their lives were more important.
"Haha... I don't see anything scary about a Hero of the Spear who can pee his pants."
"Only cowards pee their pants; obviously, the Motoyasu-sama you're talking about is a coward."
"What is there to fear from a coward?"
Jack and his companions mocked relentlessly, one insult after another.
Motoyasu was so angry that his head felt like it would burst. If it weren't for the fact that there were so many of them and the fear the grimace masks instilled, he would have rushed forward.
"If you dare block my way, go to hell with me!"
Myne, who had been holding back her rage for a long time, was far less cautious. She raised her palms and began to chant arrogantly: "O source of strength, by my future queen's command, burn everything! Inferno Blaze!"
"Intermediate Flame Burst!!!"
Myne shot head-sized fireballs with both hands, launching them at Jack and his companions at incredible speed.
However, they were obviously ineffective. No... not even a scratch.
Jack and his companions drew their weapons, effortlessly blocking or dispersing the fireballs.
Seeing this, Myne gritted her teeth and began to chant again.
Now that battle had begun, there was no need for further words. Jack and his companions weren't about to give Myne another chance to complete a spell.
Wordsworth, wearing a grimace mask, took the lead, gripping the huge sword in his hand. His speed grew faster and faster, and with his enormous body, he seemed like a galloping carriage from Myne's perspective.
Sensing danger, Myne abruptly stopped chanting and stepped back.
At that moment, Wordsworth swung his sword with such force that it roared against the rushing wind.
Feeling the imminent threat, Myne's pupils widened in terror. As the specter of death loomed over her, she managed to retreat just a bit faster, barely avoiding the giant blade that almost brushed against her neck.
Despite wielding such a heavy sword, Wordsworth swung it with incredible speed. If Myne had been even a fraction slower, her head would have been severed.
Just as Myne began to breathe a sigh of relief, she realized that Wordsworth had not paused after missing his strike. He spun, using the momentum of the giant sword to unleash another, even more powerful, attack.
"It's over, there's no escape!"
In that split second, Myne judged her fate to be sealed. But as the deadly blow approached, a figure stepped in front of her.
It was Motoyasu!
"Clang~~~"
The giant sword clashed with the Holy Spear, creating a sharp metallic sound as the two combatants were forced apart.
To be precise, Motoyasu, holding the Holy Spear, was driven back several paces.
"What immense power!"
Motoyasu staggered four or five steps before barely steadying himself, his brow furrowed as he warily eyed Wordsworth.
"Hero of the Spear, don't blame me for not warning you. If you choose to interfere, I won't hesitate to cut you down as well!"
Wordsworth pointed the tip of his sword menacingly at Motoyasu.
"Stop with the nonsense! If you attack Myne, you are my enemy!"
Motoyasu twirled the Holy Spear in his hand, causing the air around it to crackle and spark. Soon, flashes of lightning enveloped the spear, accompanied by the crackling sound of electricity.
Faced with the seemingly overwhelming power, Wordsworth leapt forward, raising his giant sword overhead before swinging it down in a massive arc toward Motoyasu.
"Lightning Spear!!!"
Fully charged, Motoyasu gripped the Holy Spear, now brimming with lightning, tightly with both hands and thrust it directly at Wordsworth as he descended.
Once again, the giant sword and the Holy Spear collided, this time with even more force, accompanied by continuous bursts of lightning. Sparks flew as electricity coursed over Wordsworth's clothes, while Motoyasu's feet sank deeper into the mud.
"Boom!"
With a resounding explosion, the two fighters were forced apart once more.
Wordsworth's clothes were torn and scorched, leaving him looking disheveled, but he remained uninjured.
In contrast, a trickle of blood dripped from the corner of Motoyasu's mouth.
But in the next moment, Motoyasu wiped the blood away with a confident flourish, pointing his spear at Wordsworth. "Impressive strength. Among all the opponents I've encountered since arriving in this world, I would like to call you the strongest!"
Hearing this, Wordsworth, who had been ready to charge again, suddenly paused and confessed earnestly, "But I am the weakest among the ten of us!"
Motoyasu: "Emmm..."
Myne: "Emmm..."
Two female adventurers: "Emmm..."