How to Live as a Knight After the Ending

Chapter 143: A Gentleman’s Armor (1)

Silence fell over the shop.

Regardless, the young master, who had been looking down at the employees with a cold gaze, waved his hand and revealed his teeth.

“Look. Doesn’t this shop even train its employees properly?”

His finger pointed at Sebastian.

“What the hell is this place, with that smelly, dirty orc, huh? I came here because it was recommended to me as a good place, and you can’t even do the basics?”

“Uh, well. He’s a customer of ours.”

“What? Hey, say that again.”

The staff member staggered to his feet and was slapped once again on the cheek.

With a muffled yelp, the clerk’s head snapped to the side.

“Say it again. Are you kidding me? Get that stinking orc out of my face right now. Now!”

“I’m sorry, sir. Even if it is your claim, I cannot accept it.”

The employee with red puffed cheeks said in an unwavering voice.

He was just an employee. The other person, on the other hand, is a guest from a wealthy family with a lot of money.

Naturally, the employee was forced to bow his head.

“He is also a customer who has visited our store. We can’t turn him away simply because he’s a different species, you have to understand that.”

“What?”

The man’s face contorted harshly.

If nothing else, his pride had been wounded by having one of his own employees deny his words outright.

This time, he curled his fist and was about to swing it.

“Hey, don’t you understand the atmosphere?”

The big man standing behind him stepped forward, grabbed the employee by the shoulders, and lifted him up.

He lifted him up with one hand.

The employee gasped and wiggled his feet, but he didn’t let go.

“Don’t you know who that is? Clean your ears and listen to me, that’s Blanco Mill, son of the owner of the Gears Mill newspaper. He’s a man you don’t dare mess with!”

Gears Mill.

It was one of Tirna’s many newspapers, focusing on entertainment, culture, and the arts.

But they were famous for another reason: they were known for publishing sensationalized and sensationalized gossip.

Nevertheless, there were plenty of people in Tirna who liked this kind of gossip.

Aside from its public image, Gears Mill was a medium-sized newspaper with an economy that placed it firmly in the upper middle class.

Blanco Mill, the son of the owner, was at the center of all this.

“Otherwise, what, you think you’re anything because this place is famous, huh? We can just fire any of you if we want to!”

The employee’s face turned pale.

The man working under Blanco snorted, clicked his tongue, and released his grip on the mocking hand.

The worker collapsed to the floor and coughed.

“Get the boss out here!”

If he was this loud, Quintana had no choice but to step in.

“I’m Quintana, the owner and designer of this place. Is there a problem?”

“Problem? Of course there is.”

Blanco jerked his chin at Sebastian behind Quintana.

“There shouldn’t be a filthy orc like that in the shop where I buy my clothes, so I want you to get him out of my sight and make me the best party dress you can find.”

“That’s odd, because apparently I only accept guests with reservations, and I don’t recall you being on our reservation list.”

Blanco frowned.

“Hey. Can’t you hear me? I’m Blanco Mill, Blanco Mill. Do I have to do something as annoying as making reservations?”

“You obviously haven’t heard about our shop, and it’s not going to change when Herrar Mill, the founder of Gears Mill and your father, comes in.”

“Are you……out of your mind? You’re a bitch who sells clothes, and if I tell you to make something, you’ll just say “okay” and make it.”

A wicked grin crossed Blanco’s face.

“Ah, I see. Or is that stinking orc your lover? Well, you do seem to like that kind of thing.”

Quintana’s face stiffened.

Blanco had just insulted both Sebastian and Quintana.

In a way that made her wonder if he wasn’t the son of a gossipy newspaperman.

Quintana raised a finger and pointed to the door of the store.

“Get out.”

“What?”

“Get out, because I don’t have any clothes to make for a bum like you.”

“Are you crazy?”

Quintana was not intimidated by Blanco’s death glare.

“No. You’re the one who’s crazy. The clothes I make are always worn by people with class and conviction. People like you, lowly and uneducated, wear what they deserve. So get out of here. I’m not going to make it.”

“Is this guy out of his mind!”

The bodyguard who had squeezed his employee’s shoulder stormed out again.

He purposely acted aggressively to make himself look good to Blanco.

For example, he raised his hands in the air so that he could punch the woman, even though she was the owner of the store.

Although he is small, he is a sturdy bodyguard who can lift a man with one hand.

If Quintana had gotten hit, it might not have ended only in serious injury.

But the bodyguard’s hand didn’t end up swinging.

“Moderation.”

Osian had reached him and grabbed his wrist.

“What are you, you bastard?”

“You’re acting ugly in front of everyone. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”

“Let go of me, asshole!”

The bodyguard tried to shake off Osian’s grip, but it wasn’t as easy as he’d hoped.

Osian’s grip on his wrist was too tight.

“You, you bastard, what kind of strength……!

He was confident in his own strength, and this was a terrible blow to his pride.

The bodyguard moved his free left arm and tried to shake him off.

Osian saw it and tightened his grip on the bodyguard’s wrist.

“Off!”

With an eerie sound, the bodyguard’s wrist was crushed. The bodyguard screamed and drooled in pain until his hair turned white.

“You, you son of a bitch!”

But maybe it was because he was a bodyguard for a rich man.

Somehow, he gritted his teeth and reached for his gun with his free left hand.

A pistol that reminded him of a Mauser.

He pointed it at Osian’s forehead, and his other hand gripped the barrel lightly.

“What…….”

Before he could say the words, there was a crackling sound and he saw the muzzle twist and point at him.

The bodyguard felt his eyes glaze over.

Grabbing the barrel of an automatic pistol with his bare hands and twisting it around? What kind of unbelievable strength is that?

There were people in Tirna who could do that. But that aside, the bodyguard’s face paled.

It was pale with regret for having touched such a powerful man.

Osian grabbed the bodyguard by the throat and lifted him up.

With a gurgle, the bodyguard shook his legs.

Osian was now doing to him what he had done to the employee.

“Show off your strength somewhere else.”

With that, Osian threw the stunned, limp bodyguard to the ground.

Blanco’s eyes widened at the sight.

“You, you……!”

Osian stared at Blanco, then stomped over to him.

“Oh, don’t come! If you know who my dad is, you’ll……!”

-Boom!

A sideways stroke struck Blanco’s face.

Blanco touched his cheek with his hand, his eyes shaking in disbelief.

His cheek hurt, was sore and hot. Only then did he realize he’d been slapped by Osian.

And then, whether he realized it or not, Osian gave the cocky bastard another slap harder than before, just like Blanco had done to the employee.

Blanco’s head whipped around, his lips popping open.

He clutched his cheeks with a shaky hand.

Osian kicked Blanco in the shin with the tip of his foot.

“Ow!”

Blanco collapsed to his knees, weak and helpless. He looked up at Osian with tears streaming down his face.

“You, you……my dad will never let you go.”

You’d think a beating like that would wake him up, but apparently not.

Osian raised his hand and swung a final slap at Blanco.

Blanco dropped to the floor, stunned.

“Take him.”

Osian turned to the others who had come with Blanco.

They froze at the unknown charisma.

One of them, a hindsight-assessing attendant, stepped forward to stand by Blanco’s side.

“Do you realize what you’ve done?”

“Of course I do. I’ve taught the insolent wretch a lesson. Did you say Herrar? Blanco’s father will be very pleased.”

“What……?”

“Don’t worry. I won’t charge you for the lessons.”

The attendant rubbed his forefinger across his brow for a moment as Osian’s answer made him dizzy.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but if you don’t apologize right now…….”

“If I don’t apologize?”

Osian asked, taking a step forward, and the attendant fell silent but his glare wasn’t dead yet.

As Osian wondered how to handle this, Sebastian stepped forward.

“I’ll take care of this.”

Sebastian stood before his attendant.

The attendant felt overwhelmed by the presence of the larger orc.

He feared that this filthy lowlife would harm him.

But to his surprise, Sebastian held out not a fist, but a business card.

“If you ever wish to resolve this unfortunate matter, please contact me this way.”

The attendant took the business card and chuckled to himself.

How dare you mess with the son of the owner of Geary’s Mill Newspaper?

The valet’s eyes widened at the single seal on the business card.

“Go, Goldiron?!”

Goldiron, a family that ranks near the top of any list of the most well-funded businessmen in Tirna.

Gears Mill is a mid-level newspaper publisher, but it’s a gossipy business.

Goldiron could easily buy 100 companies like Gears Mill if they wanted to.

“Hey, hey, hey, how did this…….”

He pushed the question out of his head, “Why does that orc have one of these?”

The attendant’s mind was already racing, not so much with the fact that his master had been beaten to a pulp, but with how he was going to tell his boss.

“Ah, don’t worry too much.”

Sebastian flashed an uncharacteristically orcish smile.

“We, House Goldiron, are always thorough when it comes to these things, so don’t forget…….”

That was practically the final straw.

The attendant, almost half out of his mind, had others carry the stunned Blanco and his bodyguard out of the room.

Sebastian, who had quickly put things in order, turned around when someone tapped him on the back.

Osian was smiling faintly.

“I like how you’ve become more aggressive than before.”

“Haha. Is that so?”

Sebastian scratched his head.

“I’ve made up my mind that if master is going to be the next head of the family, I’ll need to be more assertive in order to stand by his side. It’s not easy, but I’m going to change slowly from now on.”

“You won’t have to worry about it. You look good together.”

After receiving the help, Quintana approached the two.

“Thank you so much. I don’t know how to repay you.”

The employee stood beside Quintana and bowed his head.

Without Osian and Sebastian, he would have been in danger.

“No need to thank us. We just got rid of a nuisance.”

Though helpful, Ossian and Sebastian had been involved in the altercation in the first place.

But Quintana shook her head if she couldn’t.

“Even so, it is true that you have stepped forward and offered your help. So, Mr. Osian, let me show you my finest collection.”

Osian’s eyes lit up at the mention of the best collection.

“The best collection.”

“In my greed, I once made what I claimed to be the finest garments. But I didn’t think anyone would ever wear it.”

Quintana had her own beliefs.

A garment should be worn by someone worthy of it.

If someone wore something out of place, it was an insult to the garment and their own fault for making it.

That’s why Quintana was so careful about who she dressed. She analyzed them closely, not missing a single detail of their behavior.

Even for Quintana, Osian was a stranger.

His lips curled in boredom, his face expressionless. A look that was both charismatic and noble.

Even the ability to subdue the bodyguard in one go.

Despite his appearance, there is no arrogance in his demeanor toward the staff, and he even shows favoritism toward the orc Sebastian.

“Maybe, just maybe, we’ve found its master today.”