Summoned and Unwanted

687 I will remove your pride

*Clap, clap* Vincent clapped while revealing a condescending smirk.

“Now that my woman, who I will make everyone’s next clan chieftain, is so adamant about removing this filth from leadership, I can only respect her determination.”

*Ptooey* Labh spat on the ground. He glared at both Vincent and Awa.

“Wager all the food you have, and I will wager my position.” He ordered arrogantly with confidence.

“Sure. You can keep all the food for yourself like you love to do.” Vincent accepted without a trace of hesitation.

“Heh.” Labh expressed. He didn’t say no, yet he didn’t say yes publicly at the same time.

“Awa, could you go to your parents? Plow. Zero. Please follow her. I need to prove I can win, even...” Vincent lowered his voice while continuing, “If I feel like fainting from the unbearable pain.”

Labh’s ears twitched, and his lips curved into a grin after hearing Vincent trying to tell Awa his condition in a hushed voice.

It made Labh more confident in beating Vincent and making a show out of him. Labh was already imagining eating as much food as he desired before the food got cold.

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“But Vincent Vincent.”

“Zero. Need. To. Protect. Master.”

“Thanks, you two, but please go with Awa. Protect her if you want to protect some. I win without any help.” Vincent told Plow and Zero.

“I will take them with me. Good luck.” Awa said before lifting Plow and pulling Zero from its arm.

[Weren’t Awa’s legs weak? What kind of adrenaline and strong will does she have not only to remain standing but also to carry Plow and pull Zero.]

Vincent glanced at Awa, heading to her parents.

-Awa is a bag of mysteries indeed.- He said before his nose twitched at a peculiar scent.

“Are you second doubting your decision to fight me? Go take a weapon, and let’s start.” Labh arrogantly questioned.

*Tsk, tsk, tsk* “I need no weapons. I only need Soul Reset...”

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[Notice]

[Host used 20 Soul Power to reset all the Mutated skills with a cooldown. 40 Soul Power left.]

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“And Overheat.” Vincent continued before the temperature around him became warmer, liquid mutation emerged from his fingernails, and steam escaped from the eight fresh wounds on his back.

Labh became shocked to see Vincent in his new form. The previous Vincent could be underestimated because he was a human, but the current Vincent was to be feared as he didn’t give the impression of being a human anymore.

The Dullahans, all looking at Vincent with dumbfounded expressions, became shocked while witnessing Vincent change as well. They never expected to see a person transform into a person with an imposing presence out of the blue.

However, instead of fearing the presence of Vincent, the Dullahans started to doubt Labh’s words about the head Vincent presented. If the current weakened man in front of them was at his full strength, he might have defeated Orso.

“~Heee~ ” Vincent puffed a cloud of steam. He confidently smirked at Labh and taunted in a menacingly rough voice, “Do you have any second doubts now?”

“Second doubts?”

“Hehe.” Vincent menacingly chuckled before saying, “I managed to survive against Orso. I quickly traveled here and managed to survive being shot with eight arrows in the back. I think I am still strong enough to defeat you, though.”

[Vincent. Awa is trying to say something with her lips.] Kazumi keenly looked at Awa and recorded the movements of her lips.

[Spirit of Vincent. Hostage ingredient is lit. Tell Vincent he act weak.]

[This is what Awa is trying to tell me without making a sound. I think you should act a little bit groggy while...]

-So that is why I smelled a faint strange smell of a plant burning.-

[Plow might have told Awa about a strange burning scent. Awa must have understood that burning an ingredient of the friendship potion, aka the hostage poison, would be the only thing being burned on his special occasion.]

Vincent frowned. “You are despicable.” He said before blinking his eyes twice and slightly moving his body as if he was starting to feel disoriented.

Labh and his mother immediately smirked. They saw Vincent being affected by the hostage poison. It was time to take advantage of Vincent’s new disadvantage, they considered confidently.

“I am feeling strange. I need to end this quickly.”

“No, you are not feeling strange. You are feeling afraid to fight against a mighty Dullahan such as myself.”

Vincent blinked twice and said, “Y...yes. I am feeling afraid.”

Labh slyly smirked. He believed Vincent was already showing signs of accepting the suggestions as if they were the truth. Labh believed the fight could now let the other Dullahans see Vincent getting defeated in a one-sided fight.

“I am scared... but I will win either way...” Vincent moved forward and threw a punch at Labh.

“No. You can not win against the mighty me.” Labh told Vincent.

As Labh expected, the words affected Vincent. The punch suddenly became slower, allowing Labh to easily avoid the attack.

Labh threw a punch at Vincent, but Vincent suddenly became groggy and avoided his attack.

Labh retreated a few steps swiftly and thrust his spear at Vincent, but the spearhead missed Vincent by a hair after he suddenly became groggy again and moved his body weirdly.

“What are you doing? Take my attack like a real man!” Labh angrily exclaimed.

“But I will die if I do so. ” Vincent responded while holding himself from laughing.

“Grr. Take this, this, this, this!”

Labh attacked Vincent four consecutive times. However, none of the attacks landed. Even if Vincent was moving as if he was drunk and acting as if he was obeying Labh’s suggestions, Labh could not harm Vincent.

“What is happening? Did he defeat the great Orso with trickery?”

“Our clan leader having difficulty defeating the slave trader. Is he that strong?”

“Was the bear’s head really Orso’s head? Someone as strong as our clan leader might be able to do it.”

The clan chieftain frowned deeply. She was becoming furious because if the comments the audience was passing. The more the fight continued, the more her son was becoming tired and humiliated.

*Snap* The clan chieftain snapped her finger. After a secret order was given, Plow frowned and barked angrily.

“What is happing, Plow?” Awa asked.

“Bad smell is smelling badder.” *Pho!*

*Tsk* “Thanks, Plow.” Awa looked at her mother and father. “Is a can leader who cheats a leader that can allow us to remain proud?”

“What do you mean?” Amie asked.

“I heard the little fox mention smelling something. Is it what I think it is?” Lamin asked.

“Father is right. Vincent is fighting badly injured while the clan chieftain has most likely ordered someone to light one of the ingredients on fire.” *Stop* After stomping her foot angrily on the ground, Awa continued, “Are we proud Dullahans, or do we need to fight unfairly and cowardly, even if we might lose?”

“...” Amie didn’t know what to say. On the other hand, Lamin responded with, “If it is true about trickery being used in this honorable fight, then the clan leader must be the one to lose.”

Awa smiled. “I am proud to be a Dullahan, but I am not proud to be in this weakened condition. I am using all my strength to remain standing at the moment. But after I met Vincent, the world changed for me.”

“Changed?” Amie asked her daughter.

“We can be proud to be Dullahans, but suffering from starvation most of the time is not a thing we should be proud of. Our determination and honor can not feed us. Only food can feed us.”

After telling her parents what she was starting to believe in, Awa turned around and shouted, “Vincent! Beat that piece of shit. He has dishonored us enough!”

The Dullahans became shocked to hear Awa shout such words. Not only she mocked their current clan leader, but she also didn’t want to be dishonored for some reason they soon understood.

“Dishonored?”

“Is the slave trader moving as if he is drunk because of that?”

“Is someone burning an ingredient?”

“Who knows? I am not smelling anything.”

As the Dullahans started to wonder what Awa tried to mean, Labh and his mother became infuriated.

On the other hand, Vincent understood it was soon time to stop acting. Vincent understood something was amiss when Plow was barking. Hearing Awa speak this way made Vincent certain the mother and son duo were up to no good.

Vincent noticed a small rock uncovered from the snow beside his foot. A sly smirk appeared on Vincent’s face before he acted groggy.

“Heh! Fall already!” Labh exclaimed after watching Vincent about to fall.

Labh held his spear with a firm grip. He took a stance and lept toward Vincent with the intention of inflicting a mortal wound.

Vincent twisted his body to stop himself from falling. However, no one expected twisting his body meant for another thing. His legs moved swiftly and a rock unseen by everyone shot like an arrow toward Labh.

*Crack* was the sound clearly heard by everyone before hearing *Thud* from Labh’s body, falling face flat on the ground.

A moment later, all the Dullahans, apart from the children, understood from where the sound of something important breaking originated from.

Labh’s most precious jewels shattered, and his right to make the next clan leader was taken from him at this moment.

Labh held his crotch while wallowing in pain. He frotted from his mouth, and his eyes became red. Meeting Vincent made today the unluckiest day in his entire life. Labh suffered from humiliation rather than a quick death.

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