Asher the Insane

13 - Asher the Overleveled

"I do not care who you are but this is not the time for... whatever it is you are doing," the pretty boy king said, "proclaim yourself before me, lunatic, or my men will send you to hell where you belong."

"Oh yeah? I already told you who I am, remember? I said that as loud and clear as I could,” then I mumbled to myself, "I did activate [Amplify Voice], didn't I? …Maybe I forgot?"

"Enough of this, I give you one last chance," he warned me.

"Calm down, Mister Righteous. Let me first consult with my companion here."

I looked around for Faye, of course when I came down from the sky she must have followed me. 

What else would she do? Stay up there?

No way, she was too good at her job, or rather, she wanted to do as best as Alexandra would want her to do it. She was kind of a simp for her goddess.

But it would be funny to think that Faye, of all beings in the universe, would get fed up with my human antics and just leave.

But she was too possessed by the idea of doing a good job to even think about something like that.

And she has already been with me for about eighteen years, that girl has the patience of a monk, or a non-human semi-divine creation by the goddess of redemption, one or the other.

She was a stone's throw away from me, just watching as I got into an argument with almost two whole countries at the same time.

"Faye, will you tell me what level I am? And please round it, I don't need to know the exact number," I asked her discreetly.

"Twenty-Eight-Decillion," she answered in an instant.

“And judging from what I’ve seen, their strongest solider isn’t even fifty. Not even their General is a high level.” 

I looked at the boy king, chuckled a bit to myself, then said loudly, “call me Seiya cause it looks like I’m overpowered, though I’m no saint.”

The 'King' was quite displeased when hearing that.

"Saint or no saint, you who is called Seiya. You have proven yourself an enemy of the Kingdom of Landsfor and it's people, and thereby have forfeited your life."

"Oh yeah, you want to mess with the guy who knocked out at least a quarter of a few thousand soldiers just using one spell. ‘He can't be that strong, right?’ And please,” I bowed deeply, ”call me Asher."

He said, "Men, at him," while pointing his sword at me, and a few soldiers with spears charged at me.

Calling them trash mobs would be rude but that's basically what these guys were to me, they proved no challenge at all.

To get rid of them, I didn't even cast a spell; instead, I fired mana from my fingertips.  With a couple zaps and a bigger pew to a soldier who was particularly tough, they were easily dispatched of.

Still, I didn't actively try to kill them- though now it wouldn't make any difference if I did, would it?

I already was an enemy of the Landsfor state.

Eh, I’m gonna let it slide this time. 

But it was hard controlling the powers I had, I only had a little practice and most of the time when I used a spell it was the first time I used it, so trying to gauge their power was practically useless. 

It was fun to use new spells, and I couldn't keep myself from not using them, like I had an overwhelming urge to and I was too weak to control it.

In any case, I wasn't going to let them stab me. What crazy man would just let himself get hurt like that, specially on purpose?

"I don't want to sound condescending or anything but you see that I'm too strong for this type of play, right? Tell you what, if you forgive my crimes," I said in air-quotes, "then I'll leave without a hitch, scout's honor."

“You may think that you have power, you will be tested yet,” the king said and ordered a couple of new guards to pick up the fallen ones.

“Sorry if I killed them,” I said, it was a genuine apology.

Get the High-Invoker, he ordered, turning his horse to face his soldiers. "We do not have to cope with buffoonery such as this," he said.

The sea of soldiers split again and out came a man. He was old and had a long beard, his blue robe, as any mage should have, flowed gracefully in the wind.