Chapter 44: Beat Up Some Bandits!

(Celia’s POV)

The bandits made their way to me, and no one stopped them. Instead, it would seem that the remaining guests of this restaurant went back to eating, like nothing was wrong at all. How silly…

Bandit A: “You… I haven’t seen you around these parts before…” He said with a thinking pose.

Bandit B: “I haven’t either! Must be a new person in town.” He agreed.

Celia: “That’s right, I am new here.” I say with an unbothered tone.

Bandit A: “Girl, give us your items and we will be on our way.” He ordered.

Celia: “Oh, that won’t be happening at all, Bandit A.” I deny.

Bandit A: “What!? Bandit A? I have a name, you little shit!” He yelled in anger.

Celia: “Sorry, but I have no intentions of remember the names of those I am about to kill.” I say with a laugh.

At my words, the bandits brandished their weapons once more, and this time they were pointed towards me. Of course, this action attracted the attention of the other bandits that came along. Now, there were ten bandits facing me.

Bandit A: “You have screwed up, girl! Get on your knees, and beg for our forgiveness. We might just spare you. That is, after we’ve taken all you own.” He ordered with a serious tone.

Celia: “Please do try, as I am somewhat bored.” I reply, getting up from my seat.

I didn’t draw my weapon. For one, I knew that this group wasn’t a match for me at all. And I felt that this group was somewhat odd. They didn’t complain about the low harvest, and no one was even hurt.

For “bandits”, they were way too nice, and it was like they were just pretending to be bandits. As such, I decided to just beat the shit out of them, rather than kill them. I am sure that this is the right move. My instincts never lie, after all.

Bandit A: “You aren’t drawing your sword? Does that mean that you give up?” He asked with a confused tone.

Celia: “No. I just changed my mind. I won’t kill you all.” I reply.

Bandit B: “Too scared now that the whole group is together? You aren’t much, girl.” He said with a cheerful laugh.

Celia: “I won’t kill you all, but I will sure have my fun with beating the hell out of you all.” I say with an evil tone.

Bandit B was the first to get got. That is to say, I punched him in his face, sending him flying through the restaurant. Oops… that didn’t kill him, right?… Ah, he got up. Nice! This might be fun…

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Waitress: “Dammit… This always happens with newcomers who don’t know the game. Girl, feel free to destroy the place as you please. It will just reward us more coin from our insurance plan.” She said with a sigh, sitting down on a free chair.

This place sure is weird… Rather than run, the rest of the people stayed behind, and looked to be enjoying the fight. Fuckers! If you want entertainment, then you should pay me! Yeah, I don’t care that you were just robbed!

Woosh!

Slash!

The bandits tried attacking me, but none of their attacks landed at all. And even if they did, it wouldn’t matter. Their attacks weren’t meant to kill, and seemed to mainly be just to incapacitate me. What odd bandits…

Their starting confidence soon faded, and now none of them acted by themselves. Instead, they attacked in groups, which didn’t prove to be any more effective than their previous methods of attack. Why do they fight like knights? Oh! I smell a conspiracy!!!

Bandit A: “Girl… why aren’t you even the least bit tired? I have seen not even one drop of sweat anywhere on your body…” He asked through haggard breaths.

Celia: “Honestly? This is not even a workout for me. Not even a little bit… I am kinda disappointed.” I answer with a pout.

Of course, me pouting was an odd juxtaposition, as I followed it up by punching the man in the stomach. Sending him flying away, all the way to the other side of the restaurant for the ninth time.

Waitress: “Everyone! Will you increase your current bet, or bet for someone else? Do so quickly! Who knows when this fight will end?” She said with a loud and excited tone.

The waitress from before was now running a betting ring… The bets were on me or the bandits winning. And the bandits lost confidence even more, as most of the bets were on my side. Will I get a cut of the profits?

Ah, the waitress winked at me… Either than means that I will get a cut, or she did that just because I am making her a lot of extra coin… Why did they have to revert to metal coins, anyway? Vesta makes these places look like jokes…

No, really. In Vesta, it has already gotten to a very modern era. Last time that I checked, the first smartphone was just released there. And it wasn’t like the people of Vesta went out to farm monsters, or do quests. They didn’t. Ria seems to have accidentally made an entire populace of recluses. Oops?…

The Beatdown Continued for Many Hours.

Not a single hit was landed on me, but the bandits were beaten black and blue. The crowd around the restaurant grew, as it seemed that my little fight turned into a large spectacle. They even gave the “bandits” health potions to get back into the “fight”, funnily enough.

Celia: “You know, I got bored with this fight many hours ago.” I say with a sigh after flipping over and punching one of the bandits.

Bandit A: “…”

Celia: “Could you, like, please make this more interesting for me?” I plead.

Bandit B: “You’ve destroyed all of our weapons!” He yelled.

Celia: “And whose fault was it that you all brought breakable weapons to fight me with?” I reply with my arms crossed.

Bandit A: “…Those weapons were actually top of the line, girl. How you broke them so easily… my wallet and body are crying right now.” He said with a sad tone.

Celia: “And who asked you to start a fight with me? In fact, why do you all still continue to fight me? You haven’t even made a single percent of progression in taking me down, you know.” I ask with a curious tone.

Bandit A: “Our pride means that we cannot just give up!” He said with a proud tone.

Celia: “Your pride will one day be at fault for your deaths. But at least right now, it will just cause you to get beat up again, and again, until I finally get bored and leave this place.” I say with a smug tone.

Waitress: “Don’t leave yet! There is so much money in play…” She pleaded.

Celia: “Huh? Aren’t you just the one who set up the bet?” I reply with a raised eyebrow.

Waitress: “I did, but I also bet my entire life savings on you winning this fight… Fight on, please!” She pleaded once more.

Celia: “…”

Surely, if not completely illegal, it should be considered morally wrong to bet on a gamble that you yourself started, right? Ignoring that odd question of morality, I kept “fighting” the bandits without breaking a single sweat. This went on, and on, until… someone barged in, and stopped the fight wholesale…