I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game

The world seemed to turn upside down, and a sharp pain surged up from the back of my head. My vision blurred to the point of nausea, and soon, I felt the cold sensation of metal against my neck.

The bodyguards standing over me had drawn their swords at some point and pressed them against my throat.

"Vera."

A chilling voice echoed in my ear, and finally, I grasped the situation. The young lady, without a flicker of emotion on her face, was planning to stain the floor of this café with blood.

"...From now on, it's self-defense, right?"

I gave a bitter smile as I looked at the man holding the sword to my neck. Honestly, I hadn't anticipated that the blade would come this close to my throat...

Sssssssh...

Well, at least they started this with the provocation... so, in a way, my original goal had already been accomplished.

From here, this fight would be between us and them. The café owner and his family were unrelated to this matter.

There would be no need for them to suffer because of our reckless interference.

Boom!

Bright light filled the café, and the man who had been pressing the sword to my neck was instantly engulfed by a current of electricity.

After receiving a massive electric shock, he lost consciousness and collapsed to the floor of the café.

"A wizard!"

The remaining two bodyguards belatedly shouted as they looked toward Lir. They rushed toward her in a panic, but by then, it was too late.

Crack!

Once again, a cold light filled the café. The two bodyguards rushing toward Lir were struck by the same electric attack as the first and fell unconscious.

Their heavy bodies collided with nearby tables, causing them to overturn, scattering handkerchiefs and other objects everywhere.

"What the..."

In the midst of the changing situation, the noble lady of the Gueunir family could do nothing but stare wide-eyed.

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I slowly stood up, supporting myself with the floor, and lightly touched my neck where the blade had almost struck.

...Wait a minute, did I almost die just now?

So easily?

"I can't believe it."

"Useless bastards."

The young lady, realizing the situation, rubbed her forehead and, frustrated, kicked the floor hard as she stood up. The chair that had supported her bottom lost its balance and toppled over.

Fuming, she flipped a nearby table for no reason. Various dishes on top of it fell and clattered loudly, making an obnoxious noise.

...Why is she acting like that?

The café owner's son, sitting next to her, was trembling, clutching his guitar tightly, clearly terrified by her erratic behavior.

"Hey! You wizard wannabe!"

The young lady pointed at Lir with her hand still raised from smashing the chair.

...Wizard wannabe?

The term "wannabe wizard" felt odd to me. In a time where people are dying left and right, no one dares to disrespect a wizard like that.

Even nobles with great power would show respect to wizards or soldiers in this world. It's a given.

Yet, calling someone a "wizard wannabe"? Did this lady hit her head or something?

Does she not realize who made their peaceful life possible day by day?

"You've made a grave mistake. Our family is not one that just anyone can touch! If my father finds out about this, he will not only take your head but your family's too!"

The young lady, seeing her bodyguards fall helplessly, went mad and began shouting.

"Lir, can you knock her out too?"

"I've never knocked out a young lady before, so I don't quite know how much shock to use."

Lir responded, seemingly reluctant to use magic on a woman, fearing she might accidentally kill her.

No matter how unpleasant a person is, killing someone requires serious commitment. It wasn't something done lightly.

"I'm going to hang you in the square! If my father hears about this, he won't even be able to imagine what will happen!"

"...And you started this nonsense. I don't know why you're so talkative."

"You started this nonsense? Ridiculous! How dare you, a mere commoner, speak so insolently to a noble? How dare you say such things?"

"Why do you think I'm a commoner?"

"Look at your clothes! Trying to act like some backwater noble with those clothes?! You have no lineage!"

Look at this girl, full of prejudice and ignorance.

This is why I like medieval settings in stories.

In medieval times, most people used their clothing to display their social status. Nobles would wear luxurious, decorated clothing to announce their rank, while commoners wore simple shirts and pants to show they were ordinary.

This was a kind of social contract.

...And I hated that social contract more than anything.

What kind of person am I, anyway?

"Just because I wear comfortable clothes doesn't mean I'm a worthless person."

The servants assigned to me had a wardrobe full of luxurious clothes, but I refused them all.

Noble clothes from the medieval period were far too cumbersome and uncomfortable for me, who had experienced modern tracksuits.

"Isn't your view a little narrow?"

I was born a street child, but now I'm a high-ranking military officer in the royal family.

My position, which involves direct meetings with the emperor and leaders of various races, far exceeded that of most nobles in the capital.

The fact that the Grand Chief, who was trying to give me special treatment, was being so thoughtful was quite touching...

"...Oh."

But this timing was terrible.

"What's going on here?"

The café was in utter chaos. The noble young lady, now shaking uncontrollably like a freshly caught fish, was crawling across the floor. Three enormous men, knocked out by electricity, lay sprawled on the floor.

They had massive swords in their hands, swords that I would never dare hold. Fragments of broken tables, glass shards, and dishes were scattered around the floor.

...Hmm.

This is really bad.

"Nothing happened. They were just drinking and started a fight, and now they're lying there like that."

I said, shamelessly spinning a lie as I knocked over a cup on the table, just like a cat demanding food after it had knocked something over.

"Alcohol? Isn't this a café?"

"...They brought in food from outside. It’s not allowed, but well."

"Are you saying that three people came in here with alcohol?"

"What a coincidence. Right?"

"...."

I didn't want to make this any bigger.

It was my first holiday in ages, and I had no desire to create more trouble.

There were still things I wanted to do today.

There was a store nearby that sold good instruments, and I wanted to check it out. I also wanted to see a bard performing in the square.

"...The symbol on your shoulder, you're from the royal family! Listen, these commoners dared to use magic on a bodyguard and a noble! Especially this one, she directly zapped me with electricity! This is treason. You need to imprison them right away!"

But then...

This stupid girl...

Still hasn’t regained her senses, huh?

Did she hit her head or something?

"...What?"

The servant, frowning and assessing the situation, quickly turned to look at Lir.

I silently raised a finger to my lips and gestured for Lir to remain quiet. She responded by pulling down the brim of her hat, covering her face.

It was a great defense strategy, one that would put a turtle to shame, but it was useless.

Because there were others who could explain the situation besides Lir and me.

"Are you the owner of this café?"

"...Ah, yes, that's me."

The kitchen staff answered, bowing slightly in surprise.

He began explaining every detail of what happened here to the servant's questions.

The kitchen staff wasn’t the type to lie to someone wearing the royal insignia. There was no reason for him to do so either.

"...They aimed a sword at Mr. Bin’s neck, just for speaking informally? To a general of the Allied Forces?"

"Yes...? A general of the Allied Forces?"

Finally realizing something was terribly wrong, the noble lady, still paralyzed, mumbled in a daze.

I had only planned to give a light lesson to the troublemakers at the café...

"...I need to speak to the count."

This is getting way too big...

"Let's go back to the castle for now, Mr. Bin. At this rate, I'll be punished too."