World's Strongest Became the Game's Weakest Villain

"Who? Did you just ask who I am!? Young master, you already forgot me? Your one and only loyal friend, your forever guardian? The one who used to lift you around when you were a wee brat?"

Oh, I remembered him, alright?

I breezed over to the window, grabbed the hanging Keith by his collars, and by extension the rando he had brought along.

"Young master?"

"Bye!"

And I tossed them all out.

A gust of wind spread inside the room from the sheer force of the throw as Keith and his friend were thrown out of the building like a pitcher would throw a baseball.

Dusting my hands, I returned to the table. The two looked at me with a strange gaze, but I ignored them for now, as if nothing even happened.

"Let’s eat?"

They kept blinking, but shrugged and got to eating too. It wasn’t that strange a sight now, was it? I could throw people out of the window all day long, it wasn’t anything uncommon to find a person or two hanging on your window that you just want to toss away.

Before I could continue, though.

"—young master!"

"Tsk. Again?"

"Shaman! You handle this."

Keith dragged and put the old man on his back at the front. I walked over to the window while cracking my knuckles as the old man turned his head around and murmured something.

"Oh, oh…. HASTE! IS THE TASTE! OF THE DEVIL!"

"What?"

This guy…

The man started rolling the beads in his hands.

"Don’t haste! Aren’t you human and not a demon? Aren’t you!? No haste! Hear! Listen!"

I stopped in my tracks.

This fucker…

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Eh?" The old man stopped waving his hand and rolling the bead.

This guy… it was impossible for even Titania to tell I was a demon, even Dawn could only tell after that much proximity.

This guy’s senses went beyond both a fairy and an angel’s? Or was I that much more of a demon?

No, the second option was impossible. In that case…

"Dawn, is this old man the same type as you?"

Dawn smacked the fork down.

"Do you mean I am old!?"

"No! The other type! Is he an angel too?"

Both Dawn, Titania and the old man shook their heads at once.

"He’s just a wise shaman from the peak of the coldest mountain in the world, young master!" Keith lied as he would breath. "I brought him to exorcise you."

"Exorcise me!?" Did he know too!?

"Yes, you were acting all weird and stuff for the last month, right? As your guardian, it was my duty! But I see, you’re back to being a little shit now."

I went over, pulled the wise shaman away from Keith’s hand, and tossed my knight away once again.

"AAAH!" Keith screamed as he flew straight off the island.

"Uh, um… good job, child. I see it imperative to throw strangers out now and then. Exorcism, yes, you require?"

I glared at the old man.

"Is that a threat?"

"NONONONO. I accept thee, as you be."

Just what told this guy I was a demon? For now, I had to tread carefully for now. I tossed the old man inside on a chair and sat on the bed this time. I was running out of chairs in this room.

Crossing my legs, I glared at him as he ran the beads down his hands and chanted a prayer.

I… needed to interrogate him.

If this was another enemy that could hurt anyone here. I had to nip him in the bud.

My eyes narrowed and my breath sharpened, every single of his movements, I was about examine every single tremor of his pupils and every single tightening of his muscles.

"I’ll ask some questions…"

***

"Oh! Look, it’s kitties!"

"They are! Miss Lily, hold on. Miss Maria, where did you find such a lovely place?"

Lily and Sophia had been guided over to the cat cafe by Maria yet again. Maria simply grinned at Sophia’s questions and urged her to step inside before she looked at the woman at the reception.

"Miss date, you’re here again."

Maria had a hard time controlling her emotions now and then, but she was perfectly rational now.

For the young master that carried all his burdens on his own, she knew the perfect punishment.

"Please put us on the tab of Eugene Hall, please."

"Meow! Scumbags deserve it, we don’t do credit but I’m sure he’ll come back, so break a leg!"

***

Unfiltered heaves remained stuck in an old man’s throat.

What in the name of the great gods was going down in this place?

The old man was struck! Ten years back, after scamming a many in the attire of a sage, he had become famed as a shaman. Before he knew it, a nobleman from the neighboring kingdom who had his eyes set on the Kingdom of Sages had called him over for a consultation. Greedy, he told the gullible fool to hand over his precious jewels and wage war, and the goddess of victory would smile on him.

So, he shot a bit higher than his hands reached. He didn’t think it would be that different from encouraging people on their ideals.

But that stupid noble went ahead and lost, terribly, and then blamed him! He had no choice but to run and hide, and he was still chased down until the old man found himself in a cave on a top of a mountain.

He thought he finally had peace, but behold, some random redhead just swooped in, killed a monster he couldn’t imagine seeing, and then kidnapped him.

Even worse was this man in front of him, who was called ’master’ by that guy. What kind of person would throw someone out of the window? Hint, the worst kind!

"I’ll ask some questions…"

The time of beckoning was nigh.

The old man, the old sage, had to go back to the time he was a successful scammer—shaman.

Yes, that was the only way to survive.

"Ask, and you shall receive."