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◈ Reincarnated as the Villain's Heir
Chapter 48: My Brother Is Eating a Jumbo Parfait
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"Mm. As expected, nothing beats replenishing sugar on a day off."
The moment we entered the restaurant, Brother Vaid ordered a jumbo parfait.
It was a parfait about the size of an adult's head, so huge I could not tell where anyone was supposed to start eating.
Just looking at it was enough to give me heartburn, but there was one more person here who ordered a jumbo parfait.
"It is a little lacking in volume. I will order another."
Two jumbo parfaits lined up in front of Lilisha.
Even Brother Vaid's eyes widened at that.
"...I will add one more as well."
"Hey, Brother Vaid. I know you hate losing, but won't that interfere with your miss... I mean, your work?"
"I have not built a body that would be hindered by something like this."
After making that incomprehensible statement, Brother Vaid successfully ended up with two jumbo parfaits in front of him.
Watching the two of them wolf the parfaits down killed my appetite.
Leticia, Luchel, and I ordered safer choices.
"Alphys, how is the academy? You did take first place across all years in duel records, didn't you?"
"No, I haven't dueled that much. If anything, I've been training with the people here."
"Then your rank is not much, is it? When I was enrolled at the academy, I took first place in the first term of my first year."
"I don't know my rank. In my case, raising my duel record would not bring much benefit."
Duel records had rankings by year and across all years.
Naturally, if your record was good, it gave you an advantage in employment depending on your chosen path, and it let you act big within the academy.
The Deniro faction had been a prime example of that.
Among ordinary students without power, some belonged to one faction or another.
By doing that, they could avoid trouble, and if something happened, they might be protected.
Now that the Deniro faction had been expelled after the magic tool explosion accident, the map of power had probably been redrawn.
"Even Gillium eventually took first place across his year. Are you fine with that?"
"What value is there in being king of the hill?"
"...Are you saying I am one of that sort too?"
Looks like I had brushed against Brother Vaid's reverse scale just a little.
But no matter how intimidating he tried to be, it did not look very cool when he had whipped cream around his mouth.
"Who knows? Interpret it however you like."
I had no intention of flattering him.
Brother Vaid should dislike that sort of thing too.
As proof, he went right back to eating his parfait with gusto.
"I know Luchel well. But Leticia and Lilisha interest me a little."
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"Leticia, I want to know you. And that Lilisha over there as well."
"Hahiiih!?"
It was only natural that Leticia panicked.
Lilisha was sending Brother Vaid a cold look, as if she were looking down on him.
You said something that caused a misunderstanding too, though.
"Vaid-san, what exactly do you mean by that?"
"I want to know your abilities. What techniques you have, what magic you use. I am very interested."
"That is..."
As if interrupting Lilisha, a table flipped over at a distant seat.
A rough-looking man who seemed like a thug had just kicked the table up.
"Hey, dammit! Don't you dare screw with me!"
"We are terribly sorry!"
"You served food with hair in it! You think apologizing is enough?"
"Eek!"
The man grabbed the server by the collar.
Just as he clenched his fist and looked ready to punch, Brother Vaid was suddenly behind him.
"Hey."
"Huh? What the hell do you..."
When the thug turned around, a muscular man was standing there, so of course he froze.
The thug stepped back as if realizing he had messed up.
Ah, his bad habit had come out.
"That was no good."
"Wh-what? Got a problem?"
"Yes. I do."
Brother Vaid grabbed the thug's arm.
Then he forcibly fixed the man's elbow, arm, and legs in place.
Unable to resist his strength, the thug could only let himself be moved.
"H-hey! What the hell are you doing?"
"Your center of gravity is poor. With that kick, you will injure your foot. First, be aware of this posture. It places less burden on the body and makes unnecessary force less likely."
"D-d-don't just say whatever you want!"
"Good. From that posture, throw a kick at me."
Brother Vaid stood firm and waited for the thug's kick.
Neither the customers nor the staff could keep up with his pace.
The thug faltered, but still threw a kick as if accepting the challenge.
That kick landed directly in Brother Vaid's stomach, but he did not budge, like a giant boulder.
The thug who had kicked him immediately seemed to feel intense pain in his leg.
"It huuurts! My leg, my leg!"
"Hmm. Your training is a little lacking. It cannot be helped. This time, I will dodge, so try again."
"No, I'm done!"
"You are not done. Your fundamentals are not bad. Come."
Brother Vaid puffed out his chest with a heavy presence.
Dragging his leg, the thug moved away from the scene.
"I-I'll pay! I'm leaving!"
"...Thank you very much."
The thug handed money to the server and left the restaurant.
Brother Vaid scratched his cheek with his index finger, looking troubled.
"Hmm. What a shame."
As everyone fell silent, I calmly brought my coffee cup to my lips.
It really was a bad habit.
He was not trying to train the other person.
It was simple curiosity.
Even Lilisha was put off by how incomprehensible it was.
"A-Alphys. Your brother seems a little, or rather, very strange."
"Brother Vaid is. People call him the War God, the Sword Saint, and the Nation Breaker, but if you had to describe him in one phrase, he is a battle maniac."
"A battle maniac?"
"Whether it's a simple punch or a kick, Brother Vaid gets interested right away. He just wants to see a better technique."
After hearing me, Lilisha rubbed her upper arms.
She seemed to have finally understood what would happen if Brother Vaid became interested in her.
In front of Brother Vaid, you could not show even the tiniest bit of violence.
Otherwise, like that thug, your spirit would be broken.
He wanted to raise his opponent's potential and then fight them.
He became interested in techniques, and overcoming them himself was his greatest joy.
In other words, he was the ultimate sore loser, someone whose hatred of losing had been twisted to its limit.
"That man was a shame, but it cannot be helped. Now, let us continue our meal."
"You're still eating?"
Brother Vaid returned to his seat and ordered yet another jumbo parfait.
Even Lilisha did not try to compete with him.
Luchel was quiet in front of Brother Vaid too.
When she got carried away and attacked him with arrows before, he made her demonstrate attacks all night, so it had become a trauma for her.
"Alphys. Keep your next day off open."
"Hmm?"
Brother Vaid said nothing more.
I could mostly guess what he meant, but to think Brother Vaid would invite me.
This might become a little interesting.
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