"It won't be that troublesome. I can handle it myself."
Under the watchful eyes of countless onlookers, Raymond took the two massive swords off his back and casually tossed them toward the entrance.
Boom! Boom!
Amid deafening crashes and a slight tremor in the ground, the terrifying magic-metal greatswords, each weighing over four tons, smashed two huge pits into the floor. The blast of air even lifted the skirt of the young woman who had run out of the tavern, exposing her pale thighs.
Fortunately, she reacted quickly enough to press down her skirt. Otherwise, she would have been completely exposed.
"Hey, hey, hey! You've got to be kidding!"
"How could a human possibly carry weapons like that?!"
"What kind of joke is this? That much weight would crush someone to death just by falling on them!"
"Fake! It has to be fake!"
"Idiot! The swords are right there. Try lifting them yourself if you don't believe it."
"Who are you calling an idiot? You want to die?"
"I mean you! What, not convinced? Then come and try me. Let's see who ends up on the ground."
Amid the cries, arguments, and curses from the surrounding crowd—especially the tavern patrons—Raymond slowly removed his helmet, revealing a neat, clean, handsome face of astonishing charm that stood completely apart from the ordinary people of this world.
The instant she saw it, the young maid's face flushed scarlet. Her heartbeat suddenly sped up and pounded wildly in her chest. Her mouth hung open, and she remained frozen in shock for a long time.
In a medieval world plagued by constant war, where ordinary people could lose their lives at any moment, even nobles found it difficult to keep their skin smooth and delicate.
The unhealthy diet that caused oily skin, acne, blackheads,