"Slap!" "Slap!"... The sound of strikes echoed, bloodied teeth flying from a dozen adventurer's mouths. In just a mere moment, those brash adventurers were blown away by Fiona and Otlis, writhing agonizingly on the ground, clutching their bleeding faces. Their cheeks puffed up; all had swollen from the onslaught.
This sudden event silenced the packed tavern as nearly everyone turned their gaze towards the door to Muria.
"Isn't that the Humanoid Magic Cannon who cleared the way for the holy knights at the city gate? What's he doing here?"
"Hehe, perhaps this big figure also..."
"Will you shut up? Do you think this figure can't hear you? Want a beating, do you?"
After merely a brief silence, the tavern-goers who came for entertainment began whispering amongst themselves. Because of Muria's previous actions, his reputation in this city had significantly risen, and it wasn't long before people recognized his identity.
