Is the Strongest in Another World a Hero A Demon Lord No! it’s a Fairy ~desu! – 142

“Tweirel, it’s getting late. We need to prepare to head back.”
“Huh? You’re leaving already? Why don’t you stay and relax a little longer?”

“No. Have you forgotten? We’re here on a mission.”
“…Ah! So this wasn’t a date with the captain!?”
“You’re getting a pay cut when we get back.”
“Higii!!”

Magenta grabbed Tweirel by the collar and dragged her toward the stable where their carriage was waiting. It was the evening of the third day. She had already finished greeting the foreign guests and was now about to complete her true objective. However, Tweirel had wandered off on her own, enjoying herself without a care in the world, and Magenta had ended up getting pulled along. They should have departed much earlier.

That said, the “package” should already be loaded onto the carriage. All they had to do was act like nothing was amiss and leave.

“Magenta Niles, Kingdom of Garlania. I’m here to retrieve my carriage.”
“…Understood. Please wait a moment.”

Showing her diplomatic invitation to the stablemaster, she waited for the carriage to be brought over. Once it arrived, she checked the “package” with her own eyes before climbing aboard without incident. However…

“Captain! There’s something suspicious here! We should abandon the carriage immediately!”
“…”
“Eh, why are you silently raising your fist—Agyan!?”
“No more days off for you, idiot.”

Ignoring Tweirel’s protests, Magenta tossed her into the carriage, took the driver’s seat, and set off toward the outskirts of Telveil.

At the same time, Oikawa and Felnora were making their way outside Telveil, heading toward the “special spot” where Idle and the others were preparing something.

“I haven’t heard anything, but what exactly are Idle and the others planning?”
“One thing is certain—it will be something outrageous.”

After spending the entire festival enjoying themselves, the two were now looking forward to watching the grand finale from the “best seat” Idle had promised them.

They were only a few dozen minutes away from their destination when Oikawa suddenly stopped in his tracks. His expression was tense—so much so that even Felnora could tell he was on high alert.

“…I hear something flying.”
“Flying…? Could it be a monster?”
“No, it’s different… This isn’t the sound of a living creature in flight.”

It was an inorganic, mechanical sound—something rapIdle approaching through the air. As the noise grew closer, they finally saw the figures responsible.

Gliding effortlessly through the sky as if skating on an invisible surface, two humanoid figures with glowing red lines streaked toward them.

They were none other than the infamous troublemakers—”Hero” Morita and “Hero” Aizawa.

“Yo!! What are you two lovebirds up to? Mind if we join in?”
“Oikawa!! The headmaster wants you for an experiment! Be a good test subject, will ya?”
“Run, Felnora!!”
“K-Kanata!!”

Without hesitation, Oikawa instructed Felnora to flee while summoning his “Holy Sword” from his item box and activating it. His “Holy Armor” also materialized.

But the two so-called heroes had already activated their own Holy Swords. From the cylindrical magic tools mounted on their shoulders, they rapIdle fired “mana bullets” at high speed.

“Guh—AAAAAHHHH!!”

Even with his Holy Armor, Oikawa was being torn apart. The energy bullets, infused with the magic of the Holy Sword, carried enough force to batter him relentlessly.

Trying to fight back with a sword was pointless. The two were airborne, far out of reach. They simply circled around him, raining down attacks like a swarm of wasps.

But the most lethal part of this attack was the magical firearm itself.

(Too fast… I can’t track them with my eyes!)

The projectiles flew at terrifying speed, almost like gunfire. But their power far exceeded that of bullets. Whenever they struck the ground, they left deep craters accompanied by deafening impacts.

A projectile that small carving out massive holes in solid earth—if it hit a person directly, it would be enough to tear them apart.

Oikawa, enduring the onslaught, cursed the fact that his body was just durable enough to keep him alive but not enough to lessen the pain. Each hit sent searing agony through his bones, making him feel like his limbs might be ripped off at any moment.

Morita and Aizawa focused their attacks on Oikawa, but they had no intention of letting Felnora escape either. Occasionally, they fired shots in her path to stop her from moving.

This wasn’t a fight.
It wasn’t an experiment.

It was a one-sided lynching.
Even so, the thought of fleeing never crossed Oikawa’s mind.
Because he would never allow himself to run away.

“Ahhh—damn, this feels amazing!! So goddamn satisfying!!”
“Hey, that guy can’t move anymore, right? Let’s go have some fun with the girl~”
“…Like hell you will!!!”

Upon hearing their disgusting words about defiling Felnora, Oikawa attempted to activate his Holy Sword’s special trait—

“You ain’t hiding anything, you know?”
“!?!!?!? H-how!?”

“Pfft, come on. Didn’t we say this was a direct order from the chairman? You really think you’re allowed to attack us during an experiment?”

The moment he tried to activate his Holy Sword’s trait, a numbing sensation radiated from the “ring” on his finger, rendering him unable to use it.

He realized it instantly—this was an absolute order from the chairman.

The rings worn by the heroes were different from those of ordinary students. They were special, designed to be remotely adjusted down to the smallest details. A restriction this precise was completely feasible.

And yet, despite knowing that—

“You’re telling me… he’d go this far just to satisfy himself!?”
“Don’t know, don’t care, dumbass. We just need to graduate. The chairman replicated the magic tool you stole after analyzing it. This is all your own damn fault.”
“…Huh?”
“‘Huh?’ What? You didn’t know, princess? Bwahaha! Are you serious!? I thought you seduced him using that trick!”

Felnora, completely lost, turned to Oikawa for answers. But he only averted his gaze, looking down in silence. Seeing this, the two “heroes” burst into laughter.

“You can’t say anything, can you? After all, you stole a God-Tier Magic Tool from another country just to save the princess, right? And now, thanks to that, your precious girl is in danger, and you’re about to die! How’s that for irony!?”

“Ugh… gah!!”

“And the chairman—man, what a genius! He’s making us wipe you out while keeping his hands clean. Once we’re done having our fun, we’ll send the princess back home so thoroughly used that she won’t even dare talk about what happened! Ain’t that right, Oikawa-kun~? Bwahaha!!”

“MORITAAAAA!!!”

Despite being kicked in the face and blasted in the stomach with mana bullets, Oikawa could do nothing but scream in rage as the two casually revealed his “sins.”

No matter how much strength he mustered, magic and swords were useless against their weapons. Their match-up was just too unfair.

And now, they were about to set their fangs upon Felnora.

“You’re coming with me.”
“Ah—no! Let go of me!!”
“FELNORA!! Aizawa, let her go!!”
“Huh? Who the hell do you think you’re giving orders to?”

Unlike Oikawa, who was completely restricted, these two were completely free to act.

Aizawa, like a starving beast, reached toward Felnora. Meanwhile, Morita continued his merciless assault. There was no way out.

“Now then, time to have some fun, princess~♪”
“NO—NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

—Whoosh.

And then—alongside Felnora’s desperate scream—

Aizawa’s body vanished.

“…Huh?”
“Wait, what?”

Both Oikawa and Felnora were dumbfounded.

The area around them was nothing but open grasslands, with no place to hide.

Yet, Aizawa was gone. Completely missing, as if he had never existed.

Seeing his partner suddenly disappear, Morita panicked—

“W-what the h—”

—And then he, too, vanished.

“”!?!!?””

Just moments ago, the situation had seemed utterly hopeless. But now, it had suddenly come to an end, leaving the two in shock, unsure of how to react.

And then, a voice called out to them—belonging to the fairy who had just revealed herself.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. I got a bit caught up setting things up, so I was a little late. Are you two okay?”

—It was her.

“A-Idle?”
“Eh!?”
“Yup, it’s me, Idle~ Hmm, looks like Oikawa’s pretty beat up. Alright, here you go.”

With a flick of her finger, Oikawa was instantly fully healed. The dirt and dust on both of them vanished, and their clothes were restored to pristine condition.

Everything happened so suddenly—so bizarrely—that Felnora’s mind completely shut down until Idle stepped right up to her.

But the moment she snapped back to her senses, she grabbed Idle with both hands and shook her furiously.

“Wha—what in the world is going on, Idle!? Explain yourself immediately!!”
“I will, I will—just stop shaking meeee~!”
“F-Felnora, you shouldn’t do that!”

Meanwhile, elsewhere—

“…What the hell is this place?”
“I—I don’t get it… What the hell just happened…?”

The two “heroes” had been transported to a location slightly removed from Terubelle.

From where they stood, they could still see the academy in the distance, meaning they hadn’t been sent too far away. That was a small relief. But the real question was—how had they been teleported here?

They wouldn’t have to wonder for long.

Because the one responsible for it appeared before them.

“Hello there, heroes. This is our first meeting, isn’t it?”
“You…! You were with Oikawa and the others!”
“That’s right. You can call me Dolly—though, I suppose I should properly introduce myself this time.”

A girl with pink hair dressed in an adventurer’s outfit, draped in a white robe, fixed her rainbow-colored eyes on them.

But unlike before, this time—she radiated an overwhelming pressure.

“I am Idle of the ‘Fairy’s Banquet.’ The one who has come… to reclaim what was stolen.”

The true Idle had arrived—to deliver their final judgment.

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“Hey! There’s some crazy battle sounds coming from over there! Is everything okay!? They’re not coming this way, right!?”
“U-Um, I just got here, so I have no idea what’s going on…”
“Calm down, Bagot, Bujis-sensei. Idle went over there, so it’ll be fine. She’s used to taking down heroes.”
“”USED TO!?””