I Reincarnated as a Villainous Noble and Want to Enjoy a Laid-Back Harem Life – I Have No Intention of Getting Involved in the Main Story, Just Want to Live Comfortably with My Female Slaves, but Everyone Around Me Keeps Treating Me Like a Hero - Chapter 3.8

As I leapt from the driver’s seat and landed on the ground, the number of monsters emerging from beneath the earth continued to grow.

By the time I got my footing, five of them had already appeared before me.

They were small, goblin-like creatures.

Black wings sprouted from their backs, and mysterious horns jutted from their foreheads.

Their faces were completely featureless—blank slates.

Their skin was pitch black, making them look every bit the monsters they were.

“Hmm… Never seen these things before.”

I’ve studied a lot of monster-related texts.

I’ve committed most of the known species to memory.

And yet, not one of those sources mentions creatures like these.

Seriously—I’ve spent so much time absorbing knowledge about monsters that I might as well be a walking encyclopedia.

Yet even I had no clue what these things were.

Something completely unknown, lurking within this already abnormal Mimosa Empire.

Fascinating.

“Well, well…”

I conjured a blade of magic, gripping it tightly as I squared off against them.

“What should I do?”

Capturing one alive would be ideal.

But—

“Gyaa! Gyaa! Gyaa!”

Before I could finish my thought, the tiny monsters lunged toward me.

“…What an awful sound.”

I easily dodged their attacks.

Their movements weren’t particularly fast.

There was no challenge in evading them.

Even with five of them, I wasn’t exactly struggling.

“Gyaa! Gyaa! Gyaa!”

Their attacks were predictable.

Unintelligent.

Completely primitive.

There wasn’t a shred of cunning or strategy in their movements.

There was no way creatures like this had single-handedly destroyed the Mimosa Empire.

Which meant…

There had to be something else responsible.

“Gyaa! Gyaa! Gyaa!”

Alright, enough thinking.

Time to end this.

“Let’s start with one.”

I didn’t need all five.

One would be enough.

Raising my magic-forged blade, I aimed for a single target.

But—

“Wait! Don’t touch them!”

Just as my blade was about to make contact—

A shouted warning rang out from behind me.

Bohater.

She was still by the carriage.

“Huh?”

Too late.

My sword had already struck.

With zero resistance, my blade sliced through the small creature, cleaving it cleanly in two.

And then—

“…!?”

The tiny monster exploded.

A massive detonation erupted in front of me—far stronger than anything that weakling should have been capable of.

A deafening blast.

An overwhelming explosion.

And when the dust cleared—

“You were too slow.”

I grimaced, glancing down at my missing arm.

“S-Sorry…”

Bohater’s apology rang out as I gritted my teeth in frustration.