Overlord and the Seraphim

『Loan Default II』

The monsters of men had shown themselves.

As the first body of a dead man reached the ground, it was like the toll of a gong. The beginning of a fight that would ultimately be one sided, thanks to the foresight and limited preparation.

Jack stepped out into the courtyard, the last man at the door standing, he stared at the thug as they took steps back in an attempt to cautiously join the others. "You're all going to die here. There is no need to retreat. Your fates were sealed the moment you were watching my home like a group of vultures in waiting..."

"What!?" One of them shouted, the one who had been watching them on the streets so many days ago. "Attack him! Don't kill the girl! Find the children! They're collateral for their parents loan!"

"Hmm.." His eyes narrowed on the man who was barking orders. He had been amongst those who had been hiding. Reaching out a hand, the man who was backing away, found himself whisked into the air and his throat trapped in Jack's hand.

Those who were about to charge froze seeing the display. He had called a person to his hand!? Without wards no less! This man, he knew advanced magic. He had to!

"Wary not my friends! There are few people who can reach above the third tier!" The thugs were encouraging one another as they crept forward. "There is no way he can eliminate all of us!"

Jack's eyes narrowed on the mass as they were all beginning to encircle him from the front and flank him on the sides. His eyes shifted to Arche who was standing by his side, holding the staff in both hands. "Don't you pity these sad sods?"

Raising a brow at the question, Arche shared a smirk. He was someone who could make her smile, as she let out a brief laugh through her nose.

"You can say that again," she said quietly which was hardly audible over the shifting of those moving around them. They were closing in and by his side, she felt no fear.

Jack's eyes shifted ahead of them as he crushed the man's throat between his fingers, his head popping off as he was spasming out from the simultaneous crushing of his trachea just prior to death.

As blood gushed over his hands and exploded into the air, Jack dropped the body to the ground.

Like a hand cannon going off to signify the starting of a race, the men charged forward with a war cry. As it got louder, he couldn't help but chuckle. Dropping to one knee in an offensive stance, he slammed his hand on the ground.

A shockwave of wind emitted from around Arche and Jack, moving around them in a swirling motion, sending the men who were about to lay their weapons upon them, flying in every which direction.

There was no mercy as they were thrown into the hard walls of the mansion. Of them them being thrown through a window, another being impaled upon the fountain's dull statue's limb. Multiple bodies were laid out to dry in the courtyard, only a few of them who were still breathing had to courage to pull themselves back up onto their feet.

"You should've stayed down... I would've been a bit more merciful."

"Mercy!?" The one man spat at them as they limped close to one another, their weapons still drawn in their hands. It was clear their bodies had incurred a large amount of damage, but as they took out little blue potions and poured them down their gullets... They were healed partially enough to get at least half of their might back in exchange.

"You think that's going to help you?" Jack uttered with a frown.

『Fire Ball』

『Lightning Bolt』