Volume 4: Chapter 18: (Patreon)

Volume 4: Chapter 18:

During lunch, Keith ate his food. While he was doing that, he noticed the weird expressions.

"What's the matter, you guys?" Keith tilted his head.

Carolyn questioned, "Do you not feel the tension?!" The reason why they had weird expressions was because of the tension in the cafeteria.

"That's because of what happened in today's sparring," Gabriel shook his head. This was all due to Herrick and Melor.

"Seriously, those two need to stop causing trouble for all of us," Jack shook his head. Because of what had happened, it seemed the others were going crazy like no tomorrow. The beastmen and dwarves were creating this tension.

"At this point, there will be a war," That was what everyone realized. Keith tilted his head,

"Then how about I talk to them?"

"Huh?" When that was said, the others looked at him strangely. Talk to them? What did he mean? Wait a minute. Don't tell me.

"Keith, whatever you are thinking, stop thinking of it!" Carolyn quickly stated.

"Relax, there's nothing to worry about," Keith remarked as he got up. And the place he was going to was none other than Herrick's table!

Carolyn and the others tried to stop him, but it was too late.

"Herrick," Keith called out. Herrick and Melor stared at him.

"What do you want?" Herrick glared at Keith.

And he wasn't alone. Melor glared as well.

It was clear that the two of them were hostile against Keith. Keith shook his head, "The two of you need to chill out,"

"Hah?"

"You guys aren't helping yourself if you keep going like this," Keith added. The two were bound to get hurt from all this trouble they were causing.

That was something Keith knew.

"Hah?! And why should I listen to you?" Herrick scoffed. The latter tilted his head,

"You don't have to listen to me. But I'm only telling you about it."

Keith only wanted to say that and that he did.

It was only a suggestion. Keith was going to walk back to his seat when he said,

"Hold it!" Herrick got up from his seat. That caused the rest of the beastmen to get ready.

"Do you think you can say what you want and walk away?" Herrick stared at Keith. Herrick was tall. But Keith was only a little bit shorter. The two stared at one another face to face.

"Yes, I can." Keith nodded his head. Even with all those behind him, he was undisturbed.

"Heh. You're strong. The weak will listen to the strong! If you want me to tone it down, you have to beat me in a fight," Herrick smirked.

"That's not happening," Keith denied. He wasn't going to fight someone for a stupid purpose.

"Then I guess I will keep acting up,"

Keith said nothing else as he walked away from him. When he returned to his seat,

"What?" He noticed the expression they had.

"What do you mean what?! I thought the two of you were going to fight?!" Carolyn retorted! She was ready to back up Keith!

"Nah, I'm not planning to fight with Herrick." There was no point in fighting with him. It was worthless.

"You think he would listen?"

"If he doesn't listen, so be it," Keith shrugged. There was nothing he could do about him. He was his own person.

"Good," Carolyn smiled. Then, the smile turned into a monster!

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Carolyn grabbed Keith's head as she shook him around!

"Hey!"

...

"Are you really going to let him walk away like that?" Melor questioned Herrick. If Keith had done that to him, they would have fought.

"Hmm?"

"You should have decked him,"

"He's the only person who had the guts to walk up to me and say that," Herrick chuckled. This was a first.

Others wouldn't dare to do this to him. That was why,

"I have to fight him." Herrick needed to have a fight with Keith! He was there when Keith fought with all those people. And he couldn't help but crush a bar.

The fight was incredible.

Keith had defeated all of them. What he saw was pure power! Someone who could destroy anyone that came his way! He was the definition of what strength was.

That made him excited. The strong defeat the weak. And the strongest person Herrick wanted to defeat was Keith.

He was the perfect opponent!

That grin on his face was something.