A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

Chapter 1211: Rebound!

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Three black vines grew out from the soil at a crazy speed, and successfully trapped Bolton, Lancome, and the other student. Meanwhile, Ignatsu, who started accelerating, seemed like a ball of meat crashing towards Bolton.

Bolton, who was tall and skinny, was wrapped so tightly that he could not use his magic, so he could only watch as Ignatsu came crashing on him.

“You’re a little tyrant, huh, today I will be the one who beat the little tyrant up!” Ignatsu rolled around on the ground and sprang right up skillfully. He sat on Bolton and gave him two weak punches on his face.

The members of the Little Tyrant Gang in the alley were still dumbfounded. How did this little fatty suddenly get their leader and Left Emissary wrapped up? And how did he accelerate so suddenly, knock the little tyrant down, and even throw punches while sitting on him?

Is Ignatsu that brave? Daphne, who was standing at the entrance of the alley, had her mouth slightly agape. She was also shocked, a little in disbelief that he was the Ignatsu that she knew.

“Ah!!! Catch this little fatty!” Bolton received another two more punches before he came back to his senses.

The other primary schoolers also snapped to their senses, and some went up to pull Ignatsu away. However, the black vines were too sturdy, and none of them had knives with them, so they could not free the three of them.

Meanwhile, After Ignatsu was pulled away, he was hurled with a wave of punches and kicks. Although he tried his best to block them with his plump little arms, his attempts were futile, and soon he even got a bloody nose.

“S-stop hitting him!” Daphne was so anxious she wanted to rush up to them.

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“We don’t hit girls, but don’t you get involved in the men’s world. This is not something that you can interfere with,” a tall and skinny boy said strictly as he stood in front of Daphne, blocking her way.

Daphne tried to go around left and right, but still could not pass him, so she could only stand there anxiously, watching Ignatsu get beaten up.

“Right! The soaring arrow!” Daphne seemed to have thought of something suddenly. She reached into her bag, felt around, and pulled out a little stick that was only the size of a chopstick. She looked at everyone and seriously announced, “If you are not going to stop, I will call for help!”

The alley fell silent suddenly. Everyone turned to look at that little stick in Daphne’s hand and burst into laughter.

“Go ahead, I want to see who you can call over to help.” Bolton, who was helped up, massaged his wrists and pointed his wand at Ignatsu with a smirk as he said, “Little fatty, how dare you hit my face. Today, I’m going to make sure your face is as swollen as a pig’s!”

“A soaring arrow, an army of help follows!” Daphne chanted the line Amy taught her before twisting the bottom of the little stick.

Whoosh!

Bam!

A red firework shot up and exploded into a bright ball of fire in the sky.

“It really works?” The members of the Little Tyrant Gang all looked up at the fireball in the sky, shocked. Their gang was still at the level where they had to shout out to call for help, but this little girl was already using such a high-level signal flare.

“What a bluff. If she really could call for help, why would she only do so now?” Bolton pouted. He looked at the fireball enviously. He definitely wouldn’t be able to come up with something so high-level at his current stage. He then looked at Ignatsu and mumbled a spell. The pink wand lit up with a faint pink glow, and he pointed it at Ignatsu as he shouted, “Change! Pink little pig!”

That was the spell Bolton was famous for. He could make someone’s head turn into a pig’s head. It would not cause any actual harm to the victim, but the victim’s head would become a pig’s head, and the laughs he would receive would not be any worse than if he had been beaten up.

Ignatsu stared wide-eyed.

“No!” Daphne exclaimed.

The members of the Little Tyrant Gang all smiled expectantly. The little fatty’s size would be quite matching with the pink pig head.

“Rebound, rebound!”

Just then, a weak sound came from above their heads.

A polygonal mirror made of ice suddenly appeared before Ignatsu, who was surrounded by the gang. The ray of pink which Bolton released landed on the polygonal mirror, and immediately was reflected into multiple pink rays bolting in all directions, landing on the members of the gang.

“Ah!!!”

Everyone let out a cry as their heads were enveloped with a pink haze. After a while, the haze disappeared, leaving the members of the Little Tyrant Gang with pink pig heads of varying sizes according to the size of their heads.

Ignatsu, who had his eyes closed with resignation, was stunned by the sudden turn of events. What’s going on?

“There are so many pink little pigs.” Daphne smiled as she looked at the pig-heads in the alley.

“M-my head…” Bolton was still tied up, but he could already see his peculiar pink snout. Who knew what that wall of ice that suddenly appeared was?

“I’m sorry I’m late,” someone said apologetically as a silhouette descended from above with her invisible wings.

“Amy! You’re finally here,” Daphne said agitatedly as she pounced into Amy’s embrace.

“My older sister, you’re finally here. I was almost beaten to death…” Ignatsu finally heaved a sigh of relief. He sat on the ground and looked at the pig-heads around him as he laughed foolishly. “However, it seems as though the Little Tyrant Gang is now the Little Piggy Gang.”

“It’s her! It’s her! Our little hero…”

The people from the Little Tyrant Gang looked at Amy, who descended from the sky, and were all shocked. She was the one who defeated the Roth Empire Magic Caster Team single-handedly, leaving a lasting impression on others.

Ignatsu’s words made them cover their faces in embarrassment…

Now it was all over. The Little Tyrant Gang’s reputation that was built up over three years was completely gone.

Bolton looked at Amy and swallowed hard. He did not dare to move.

She was powerful enough to take on a mid-tier magic caster on her own, while he was just a 2nd-tier magic caster who did not even know any offensive spells. Who was he to even talk in her presence?

“There, there.” Amy stroked Daphne’s head lovingly. After that, she glanced at the members of the Little Tyrant Gang and reached her right hand out. A ball of purple-god flame danced in her palm. She cutely asked, “Anyone else here who wants a challenge?”

Thud.

Bolton, who was still wrapped up, kneeled in front of Amy as his legs turned to jelly. He sincerely said, “Big Sister Amy, please accept us as your followers. The Little Tyrant Gang is willing to follow you wherever you go!”

When they saw that, the members of the Little Tyrant Gang hesitated for a while but still kneeled and said in unison, “We are willing to follow you!”

“Follow me?” Amy was puzzled. She stared at all of them for a while and shook her head. “No, you are too weak.”

The gang exchanged glances. They were really too weak in comparison to Amy…

“Little Bean Sprout, come over to my house for dinner today. It’s almost dinnertime. Let’s go,” Amy told Ignatsu, feeling bored after seeing that no one seemed to have the intention to fight back.

“Dinner at your house!” Ignatsu, who was sitting limply on the ground, shot right up and picked up his bag which was thrown at the side as he rushed out of the alley excitedly.

The three little children disappeared into the distance as the sun set.

“Boss, what do we do now?” Lancome asked with a bitter face. The Little Tyrant Gang was utterly humiliated now.

“Since Big Sister Amy finds us too weak right now, we’ll have to work hard so that one day, she will think that we are good enough,” Bolton said resolutely.

…

“Be careful on your way. You can come back after sending the things over to Bastie Prison, and passing them to the deputy warden, Lord Rex,” Mag instructed Connie, who was dressed in full gear, outside the restaurant’s entrance.