8. Just enough to hit him back in 8.2 seconds.\n \nWithout pausing, I grab the leg of the warlord who is looking in the direction that your friend has blown off.\n\n"Okay, next."\n\nWith a giant swing, I spun his body around and threw him in the same direction as the first one.\n \nI thought I heard a small scream, but I didn't care.\n \nIt was the stables over there. I'm sure it would have fallen on the grass. \n \nThis is a gentle world.\n\nThe face of the last person who was stunned turned blue as I watched.\n \nBefore he can escape, I go around him and cut off his path of retreat. I lower my posture and put my arm around their waist.\n\n"Last!"\n\nWith a shout, I threw him again in the same direction.\n \nOh, I think I might have flown the furthest.\n \nI looked at the direction I threw them for a while, but they didn't seem to be coming back.\n\nI was going to keep throwing them until they gave up when they came back, but it didn't seem to be necessary.\n \nEven though it was lighter than the glutinous brother I usually threw during practice, throwing it again and again would indeed break my bones. To be honest, it was a relief.\n \nI'm sure that the three of them who fell on the fluffy grass are probably laughing their asses off right now.\n \nDon't worry. Even if boys hit each other, if they lie down together on the riverbank, their friendship will grow.\n \nIf they talk to each other in physical language, they are already friends. \n \nThat's how the system works. I don't know.\n\nWell, I'm glad we were able to resolve the issue peacefully.\n \nIf rumors of a fight or a beating or something that would frighten the young lady were to spread, she might avoid me.\n \nI don't want that. I want to be popular.\n\nI've learned that I can't compete with other young men of my generation, and I don't want to ruin my reputation. I've sold a favor to another target. It was all good.\n \nFeeling refreshed, I turned around and reached out my hand to Isaac, who was still sitting on the ground.\n\n"I'm not sure what to say."\n"You're not going to throw me off the...., are you?"\n\nI've been warned.\n\nIt's not the awe-inspiring gaze of a man of higher status that I had seen earlier, but the look of something uncanny. I'm not a good listener.\n\n"Don't say that. I thought I was helping you, for a change."\n \n"....I didn't ask you to help me."\n \nIsaac refused to take my hand, saying what I thought was one of the top five things a cynical person would say.\n\nI was going to get back at him in my own way.\n \n"Hmm?"\n \n"It's not the first time they've harassed me. I'm sure they're just trying to get back at me for being bullied by my brothers. You can't even complain directly."\n\nIsaac stood up on his own and slapped the butt of his pants.\n \nHe was set to be the third son of the Prime Minister. In most aristocratic families, the eldest son takes over, the second son assists and spares the eldest son, and the third and younger sons are groomed by other families to create a pipeline.\n \nIn terms of position, this may be similar to girls being used as diplomatic cards.\n\nIt's not uncommon for the eldest son to grow up and become selfish after being carefully raised.\n\nIsaac's family did not get along well. He must have been a victim of his older brothers.\n\nHowever, if they knew Isaac's brother, then the boys might be older than Isaac.\n\nIt was fortuitous that I could easily throw them up even though they were two or three years older.\n \nA successful experience leads to confidence. Confidence leads to motivation. It's all good.\n\n"I know their names, I know their homes. There is no nobleman without a dark secret. I was going to make sure they were never allowed to appear on the stage."\n\n"Smart people are scary to make enemies with.\n\nIsaac, who was much scarier than I was, could only laugh and cower.\n\nAfter all, I didn't have to do anything about it.\n\nI gave up on the idea of ingratiating myself.\n \nHe was right, there was no need for me to help him. He didn't need my help because he wasn't going to get seriously hurt here, much less die.\n\nIn fact, in the game world, where he would have had no help today, nine years later he would have been admitted as the top student to the most prestigious and academically advanced school among the aristocracy, and he would have become a genius.\n \nMoreover, he had grown into a beautiful and strong man with glasses. By that time, no one was picking on him.\n \n"You're a strong man, you know that?"\n\nI think you're a really patient guy. I wonder how long it will take me to get back at him.\n \nI don't think I could do it; I'd hit him back in two seconds.\n \nI thought about adopting his patience in case we became love rivals over the main character one day, but I decided not to.\n\nSpeed is also important in romance. No matter how patient you are, if you don't attack, you can't win.\n \nI had to make the main character fall in love with me in a limited period of time, usually a year.\n \nAfter all, it's just right to hit him back in two seconds, and it suits my nature.\n \nWhile I was looking at him and pondering, Isaac was also staring at me with a questioning look on his face.\n\n"Lizzie? .....Elizabeth?"\n\nSuddenly, in the distance, I heard my father's voice.\n \nOh no, he's looking for me.\n \n"Uh, well, have a nice day. See you soon."\n\nI gave him a perfunctory greeting and turned on my heel.\n \nBending my knees lightly, I jumped up, grabbed the railing of the balcony I had come down from, and scrambled up.\n \nI landed on the inside of the railing and straightened up, while my father, who had come to check the balcony, opened the window at almost the same time.\n\n\n***\n\n\n\n