The Hero's Streaming Life with the Saintess-Chapter 30: In Front of His “Wife”(?)… Wrecking the Husband Completely…

Max Morgan’s sudden trip to Korea.

Still confused, I headed to the Association with Lyla for the first time in a while.

“Where is he now?”

“He’s waiting in the Association President’s office.”

“Did he say why he came?”

“All I heard is that he has something to return to you.”

...Is he talking about the ring?

But I did tell him he could just let me know and I’d pick it up myself.

I followed the Association President down the hall to his office.

There, Max was waiting—with a woman beside him, who looked like his secretary.

As soon as he saw me, Max stood up and walked over.

...Is he smoking indoors?

“Take it.”

In his huge palm sat a tiny ring.

As I just stood there, staring, the secretary spoke up.

“Master said he was able to obtain an excellent corpse thanks to you, and wanted to return this personally.”

“Well, that’s fine and all, but...”

I snatched the cigar from his mouth.

“This is a no-smoking zone.”

Thanks to the secretary and Lyla, there were no communication issues at all.

Hearing me, Max just laughed loudly.

“Bwahaha! My °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° bad! Your Association President didn’t say anything, so I didn’t know!”

I shot a glare at the Association President—he just shrugged like it couldn’t be helped.

Can’t risk a diplomatic incident over a damn cigar.

Was he always this bullheaded?

“But I doubt you came all the way here just to return this thing.”

Max pulled off his sunglasses and grinned.

“I want to fight you.”

“...Didn’t you say you weren’t into dumb shit like this?”

“I want to become stronger, like you. I want to know my limits.”

He really was just like Luther.

I wonder—can he handle it the way Luther did?

I was starting to get interested.

“I don’t mind sparring, but I’ve got one condition.”

“Condition?”

“Come on my stream as a guest.”

“...?”

The one more surprised than Max was his secretary.

According to her, just getting Max to show up on a stream costs an absurd amount of money.

America really doesn’t hold back, huh.

But Max didn’t hesitate at all and nodded.

Bringing in a guest this expensive for one spar? Talk about profit.

“President, can I borrow a training ground?”

“Of course.”

With the Association President leading the way, we all headed to the training room.

Hunters affiliated with the Association were already doing drills inside.

But once they saw what was about to go down, they cleared the area.

No telling what kind of collateral damage this spar might cause.

“This is your second time fighting on Earth, right?”

“Yeah. The first was with your mom.”

Saintess, for fuck’s sake...

The way you cut it like that makes it sound like I beat my own mother.

Max, meanwhile, was getting geared up with his secretary’s help.

With his massive build plus armor, he looked even more colossal.

“You really gotta gear up this much for a spar?”

“Heh, it’s a spar with you. This much prep might help me land at least one hit.”

“Suit yourself. Come at me.”

“I won’t hold back.”

His powered armor let out a deafening hiss and whir as it activated.

─ BOOM!!!

“I’m going all out from the start!”

Off to the side, Lyla and Max’s secretary were standing at a distance, watching the duel unfold.

Lyla glanced at her and spoke.

“Are you worried?”

“Oh—Miss Lyla... Sorry, I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself earlier. I’m Emilia Crawford.”

“It’s alright.”

Emilia hurriedly offered her business card and mulled over Lyla’s question.

Normally, she wouldn’t talk about stuff like this at all.

But standing in front of Lyla, she felt strangely at ease.

“My boss... he’s never once imagined what it’s like to lose. But recently, he said something that made me think... that maybe this time, he wouldn’t win.”

“Fufu, are you worried because your man said something weak?”

“Wh-What!? No, that’s not what I meant...!”

This icy, composed white-collar beauty instantly flushed red and waved her hands in a panic.

Lyla’s blunt gaze made her instinctively cover her face.

“Is it so wrong to love someone? I think it’s sweet.”

“...Is it that obvious?”

“I just felt a sense of kinship.”

“...Kinship?”

At Lyla’s words, Emilia looked between Song Hun and Max.

Then, looking at Lyla’s bright smile, she asked,

“Wait, then... does that mean you too...?”

“Yes, I like the Hero. I followed him all the way here, to a world where I have nothing, just because of him.”

“...”

That sense of being “on the same team” suddenly drew them closer.

Feeling bold, Emilia asked something more sensitive.

“Then... are you two dating?”

Lyla just let out a deep sigh at the question.

Shaking her head, she began to complain.

“Ugh... He does flirt subtly, but he doesn’t even notice what he’s doing. Total densehead. Completely clueless.”

Hearing Lyla vent, Emilia nodded furiously in agreement.

She’d also tried casually showing some charm, asking him out to eat or even on a few dates.

But...

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Wearing a sleeveless athletic shirt to a dinner outing was a disaster...!

“In the end, the one who loves more is the one who puts up with everything~”

Lyla’s words kept echoing in Emilia’s mind.

“Miss Lyla, um... if it’s okay, could I contact you privately sometime...?”

“Of course! We’ve got shared trauma now, right? Who knows—maybe one day we’ll be mailing out wedding invites?”

At that moment, Emilia felt something strange radiating from Lyla.

Like she was facing a beast that had just spotted its prey.

As someone who had buried herself in her career and never even dated, Emilia was overwhelmed by Lyla’s veteran-level feminine aura(?).

“Oh—look, I think they’re starting now.”

****

A guy who looked a full head taller than me, even though I’m 190cm.

That guy’s fist—about the size of a damn bowling ball—came flying at me.

But there wasn’t a single ounce of weight behind it.

─ BOOM!!!

“Keh... You took a punch that could reduce boulders to dust... with your head?”

“No need to dodge.”

I’ve always taken half-assed attacks head-on.

Instead of wasting time dodging, I’d land another hit.

That’s how I fight.

Why bother dodging attacks that don’t do any damage?

If it doesn’t matter whether I get hit or not, then I might as well just get hit.

─ Wham! Thud! BOOM! Bang!

Fists came flying, targeting all my vulnerable spots—liver, solar plexus, philtrum, temples.

The mana bursting from him was already tearing the floor apart.

“Huff... huff...!”

“Watch closely. This is what it means to hit someone.”

A straight punch slammed into his gut.

Perfect timing. A perfectly placed straight.

“Gghhk...!”

Max’s massive body lifted off the floor and smashed into the wall of the arena.

He stumbled, but managed to stand up again.

What the hell was that...? That wasn’t a punch... It felt like being stabbed with a blade...

His teeth clenched audibly like he was trying to hold onto consciousness by force.

“You sleepy?”

“Ghrh... Not a chance.”

I pulled my punches—just enough not to kill him. Tried to break his spirit.

But even after getting hit like that, his eyes were still burning with willpower.

He was fun.

“Don’t think of it as a punch. Think of it like a stab—pierce through.”

“Huff... Haaaaaah!”

Was this what it took to reach S-rank? Talent and hard work?

He immediately grasped what I meant, cutting down on the wasteful mana leakage.

The oversized cotton mallet he’d been swinging turned into a sharp, pointed spike.

─ BAM! BAM! BOOM! BANG! SMASH!

Neither of us took a single step.

We just kept throwing punches right where we stood.

The sound filling the training ground was like tanks firing shells at each other.

“Damn, S-ranks really are built different! Love that durability!”

─ KA-BOOM!!! CRACK...!

“...Huh?”

He went flying again and slammed into the arena wall.

And then—I swear I heard something I wasn’t supposed to hear.

“Boss!!!”

His secretary dashed over, panicking.

Lyla and I also approached to check on him—thankfully, it was just a minor fracture.

“Hero, you could’ve gone easier...”

“Ah, um... my bad...”

Lyla started reciting a spell, casting a healing magic.

Slowly, the visible wounds started to vanish, his body beginning to heal.

“Why aren’t you healing him all at once?”

“That’s something only you can handle, Hero. For normal people, that kind of rapid healing isn’t medicine—it’s poison.”

“Anyway, we should move him.”

With the Association President’s help, we carried him to one of the Association’s infirmary rooms.

Most of his wounds had already been healed, but we couldn’t just leave him lying on the arena floor.

“Hunter... what were you thinking, doing that to Hunter Max...”

“Ah, sorry... I got a bit too into it and didn’t hold back.”

Just in case, I glanced at his secretary, Emilia—she was nervously checking over Max.

There was... something odd between them.

They said she was his secretary, but it felt more like I was watching a husband and wife.

...Wait, don’t tell me they’re actually married?

“Hero, let’s leave the room to Emilia for now.”

At Lyla’s suggestion, I turned to Emilia and gave her a small nod.

“Uh... sorry. I’ll come back once Max wakes up.”

“It’s fine. Honestly, I think the Boss was the one who got more hyped than anyone.”

If they really are husband and wife...

...Did I just beat the hell out of someone’s husband right in front of his wife?