Thereafter of An Exiled Magician

If that’s the case then we should quickly return home.

As soon as I call out to him to suggest that, he looks towards me with hate filled eyes.

“It’s your fault!”

He slowly gets up, and swings his fist to hit me.

(Yeesh, his punch is so slow)

I could see the Count’s punch leisurely approaching me.
Since I have been fighting on the frontier, I can easily dodge a punch like this.
It might not need dodging in the first place.

If I dodge it here though, or show no pain after receiving it, the Count might become more aggravated.

“Guaaaaaaa?”

Sure enough, it turned out to be a crappy delivery.
I tried to fall for the time being, but I wonder how was it?

“It’s you! It’s you!!”

As I was lying down, the Count walked over and started kicking me like a ball.
It seems that the Count isn’t used to beating people up, and thought I was sunk by his punch.

“It’s all your fault! It’s all your fault! It’s all your faaaauuuult!!!!!”

I didn’t want sand to enter my mouth so I rolled onto my stomach, and locked my hands behind my head.

The Count doesn’t mind my doing so and continues kicking my back a few more times.
…Hm.
Probably kicking it.
It doesn’t hurt at all though.
My defense had risen up all at once, unexpectedly.

(I think it’s better to stay like this till he calms down)

If you include my previous life, I have been alive for quite some time now.
I can understand there are times when you just want to hit something.
Now is one of those times for the Count.

I continue getting kicked by him, and start to recount the events of these few months while waiting for him to calm down.