The Lord Is Too Overbearing

Honk!

When the horn was blown, everyone who had been chasing for the retreating Demons stopped in their track. The horn was the signal to retreat, so upon hearing it, all of them immediately regrouped with the others and retreated orderly.

Confusion, bewilderment, and joy filled their eyes as they ran back to the camp. They had been fighting for a week nonstop, and they didn't expect the day where they had to retreat after the Demons did first would ever come.

"Uwahh!!! Glory for the humanity!"

"Royal Army! Royal Army!"

"God bless the young Heroes!"

"Long live the Kingdom!"

They were simply overjoyed by their very first victory. They had always thought the war was a hopeless one, and they were only there to stall for time.

They had expected themselves to all die in the battlefield, and never had they thought, even once, they would win the war. They had fully believed their fate was amount to a cannon fodder, whose sole task was slowing down the Demons until the backup came.

Lo and behold, miracle did happen in a form of Basil's appearance. Basil's victory against Cabalen had managed to push the army of the Demons back, and everyone was grateful of him.

"Pacifer! Pacifer! Pacifer!"

"Basil Pacifer!"

"Hero, Pacifer!"

News travelled faster than the wind. Everyone had gotten the identity of the person who had defeated Cabalen, another High Class Demon that had been as strong as Lucilla.

Everyone was looking for him excitedly as they retreated to the camp, but said person didn't have the slightest intention to meet them. He was even doing his best in holding himself back from killing everyone who was hailing him as a hero.

He had ever been called that once in his past life, and it didn't end well. He had enough of playing heroes in the past, so he didn't want to be one in this life.

"Gosh! Look at them. All off them are very enthusiastic!" Glenn, the green haired Legion Commander was looking at the retreating Mages and Knights behind him. "Maybe you should greet them, Basil!"

He didn't care even though his along with his fellow Commanders' spotlight was taken by Basil; he was simply overjoyed that someone as capable as Basil had appeared. He was expectant towards the great things they could achieve together.

"Well, I guess it is good being famous?" Iliana asked. She was sitting behind Basil on Deacon's back. "I still wonder though, why do you keep your chest bare?" She leered at the female Knights running beside them. "It's distracting."

"I am dirty right now, so I have to bathe myself first, before I change into new clothes," Basil replied righteously. "Therefore, thank you for covering my chest from the unwanted eyes with your hands."

"Oh? That's nothing..." Iliana scoffed lightly to hide her embarrassment.

She, after all, just wanted to put her hands on Basil's extremely toned chest rather than protecting it. 'I did it out of curiosity, but I am enjoying it now.'

Still, Iliana had rarely denied herself. She would never deceive herself, so she was quick to accept what she had come to enjoy—running her hands through Basil's chest.

'She had always done it in the past but... It feels weird being touched like that by her now,' Basil mused. 'She is still not as mature as the Iliana I knew.'

Basil was an experienced man. He had mature enough, so it was hard for him to treat girls below their twenties seriously.

He had, after all, experienced love when he was in his mid-twenties, so he couldn't consider Iliana as someone who could be his genuine lover ... At least, not yet.

He was still waiting for the mature Iliana—the Iliana he had known to emerge. Until then, it was hard for him to see the current Iliana the way he had seen Iliana in his past life.

Nonetheless, it didn't really matter for him. Romance was his last concern; he still had many important things to do now that he had involved himself in the Outbreak. He couldn't just disappear without a trace.

His talk with Solomon had made him realize that he needed to slow down a little bit, stopped looking at the future, and lived in the present.

Coincidentally, he also didn't have anything to do yet—he didn't have any big plan to execute yet—so he had decided to join the war to "live in the present."

He found no particular need to it, but it was a good way to improve his control over his newfound power. Other than the Secret Art of Pacifer Clan, which he couldn't absolutely practice in public, he could learn to wield Caliburn better in the battlefield.

As he had said many times to himself, he was not a people person. His goal was to make a world where only he and the people he cared about could live carefreely.

He would only protect those he wanted to, and abandoned the rest while keeping those he cared about unaware about that fact. He didn't care about any other people unrelated to him, so he genuinely found there was no meaning in helping Braxtein Kingdom out.

He understood well that his family still lived in Braxtein Kingdom, but he had made sure to put them at a currently safe space. He didn't care if Woster County was destroyed; he was absolute could keep Familia Hotel remain intact.

Therefore, the thing he would only do in the war was training himself. He didn't care about saving people—he would only kill and gain as much mastery as he could from the power he had newly gained.

"We have arrived!"

"Hurray! We have arrived! We have arrived safely at the camp!"

"Today is a victory! Today is a victory!"

As they arrived at the camp, which was actually the biggest Church in Woster County, everyone erupted in cheer. They also cried afterwards, prompting the Priests and the injured people who had stayed there to also cry.

Their head was all facing towards the direction of the star of the war, Basil who was jumping down from Deacon. He was the only bare chested male right there, but he still looked regal and charismatic, even if the Legion Commanders were surrounding him.

The Legion Commanders were actually surrounding him under his "request," so thanks to them, no one dare to crowd around him.

They had wanted to tell Basil that even without their help, the pressure he was exuding was already enough to keep everyone away, when he had requested them to do it, but his quirked eyebrow was enough to stop then from saying anything about it.

"Iliana, you have come!"

"Holy cow, Basil! That was really you, mate?! Bloody awesome!"

"You... Just what have you done in the past four days? Don't tell me... you were already that strong when you parted ways with us?"

"It's nice to see you again, Basil. Can you slow down a little bit though? It's pressuring us as your seniors."

"You bastards... Is Missy the only person who can see me?"

Right as Basil was walking towards the city hall, the place where he could find a bathroom, Cray, Whitney, Darius, Annabeth, and the others from Rehearsal Class showed up in front of them.

Iliana was a little bit irked that Whitney and Cray were more interested in Basil than her, but she was glad she could finally meet them. She couldn't find them in the battlefield, so she had thought something bad had happened to them.

Missy immediately ran towards Iliana, and jumped at Iliana to hug her. She was glad everyone from Rehearsal Class could now be one once again.

"Where is Litton?"

"Litton? Ah, he is helping out the Priests in the Church."

Iliana turned to Monica. "What are you doing here with Missy?"

"As you already know, Missy is not someone who can be overlooked for a second. I am here to prevent her from ending up in the Monster's camp," Monica answered neutrally.

"Hey! I am not that stupid!" Missy protested.

"Good job as always, Monica." Iliana nodded her head in approvement.

"Iliana?!"

Basil, who had been looking at the interaction between Iliana and her surrogate family, smiled faintly, flustering the people who were paying close attention to him. They didn't expect they would ever see a genuine smile on Basil's face.

In their mind, after all, Basil's smile was always condescending.

"I know that you have something to talk with me, but I need to do something important first." Basil gestured his head at the city hall. "We will catch up later."

Without explaining that he just wanted to take a bath, he left with the six Legion Commanders as his entourage, making Whitney, Cray, Darius, and Annabeth wonder about what he had become.

"Psst. Has he been appointed to be the new Legion Commander?" Cray whispered to Whitney.

"Don't be stupid." Whitney chuckled softly. "He must have a report to deliver to Earl Woster."

"I think that what Cray has said is highly plausible..." Darius said seriously, flustering Whitney. "If Basil really wanted to report something to Earl Woster, he wouldn't go to the city hall after all."

"Now that I think about it... Earl Woster is still being treated in the Church," Whitney mused.

"Hmmm..."

Whitney, Cray, and Darius hummed in unison as they thought about what Basil was actually going to do in the city hall. They then turned their head to Iliana, Basil's girlfriend, who was the most knowledgeable about him.

Annabeth, who was looking silently at the three from the side, massaged her forehead as she could know that they would irk Iliana more than they already had.

Deciding to leave the scene, she excused herself as soon as the trio asked Iliana what Basil had actually been up to. Iliana merely smiled then gave them one answer.

Bam!

... Her fist.

In the city hall, the Legion Commanders were now pondering about why they had been following each one of Basil's words as if their body was designated to do that.

They didn't feel like they were being bossed around nor did they feel that Basil was exerting his power on them to order them around, but they still felt right doing what Basil asked them to.

"It is enough here... I am going to clean myself, and you can recuperate your used up energy."

At Basil's exclamation, the Legion Commanders blinked their eyes, then nodded their head reflexively. They sat themselves on the place where they could sit on, and only then they realized what was wrong.

'He just wanted to take a bath?!'

... Or maybe not.