"Are you satisfied with this 'story'?"
The blacksmith, still in his muscle-bound form, froze on the spot the moment he heard those words.
He stared blankly at the butler who had suddenly appeared before him. The man was impeccably dressed and carried an air of elegance, fitting every image he had for the word 'butler'.
But he seemed to be just an ordinary person—an ordinary person who shouldn't be here.
"ROAR!"
The blacksmith forced a beast-like roar from his throat. Staring into the butler's eyes, he activated his [Painful Gaze] while simultaneously swinging his casserole-sized fists from both sides, intending to flatten the butler like a pancake.
The butler didn't dodge or evade. He simply smiled calmly and said:
"In the next part of the 'story,' you are nothing but a feeble, helpless wretch."
The moment he finished speaking, the blacksmith felt the strength drain from his outstretched fists, and they fell limply to his sides.
