Part 1

"Pisses me off."

I grunted as I slammed my drink onto the table.

"What does?"

Was the innocent line the Megumin responded with, looking up from her food, a crumb still stuck on one cheek.

It was times like these where I questioned the sanity of the authority in this world.

How could it not only be legal, but socially acceptable, for one to become an adventurer at an age as low as this? They even lower the age of maturity specifically for adventurers, simply because the die so drastically quicker than those in, well, any other profession.

This fact alone was enough to annoy me, because they could easily fix the problem easily by not letting 13 year olds apply as adventurers. But simply because the government was lazy, and didn't want to invest in the training of real soldiers any more than they already were, they took advantage of all of the arrogant, dumb, and terrifyingly horny teenagers who couldn't wait to be adults, and threw them out to die.

It seemed I had adopted a rather cynical view on society since I had come to this world.

But my anger in that moment was not directed at the government itself, but at that bastard Mitsurugi Kyouya.

In all honesty, just imagining his face irritated me at this point.

If it had been just because he had beaten me to the goal during the trials, I would not have abandoned the good-natured appeal I had thus maintained.

Rather, it was because he had stopped me from winning while I was preparing the final shot of the match, then had the audacity to continue his 'nice guy' preface.

"Pisses me off."

Even Kazuma, whom Kyouya had not directly affected, was in a foul mood. Even to the point where he would repeat my sentences, and, in some cases, my thoughts.

"And he just turns around and smiles! Is he an Idiot? Is he an actual retard!?" Kazuma suddenly stood up on his seat and started yelling.

"I think he is!"

After his rant, Kazuma was breathing heavily. As he lowered himself back into his seat, another idea occurred to me.

"No it's the opposite. He acts cool and nice, so that if we question his actions, it will be us that ends up the antagonists of the situation."

Kazuma finished his drink at the same time as me, downing it together.

He motioned for another round as he nodded, as if accepting my point.

"That pisses me off even more. He isn't an idiot, but an intelligent dick."

He said this as a waitress put down a tray in front of us.

"Hm."

There was silence for a few minutes after our mutual agreement.

"I never understood how you get drunk off that stuff." Kazuma told me, eyeing my drink.

"I don't."

I had taken a liking to the apple juice in this world. The apples in Hyrule were very bitter, and didn't make very good meals until you heated them over a fire. Here, however, the juice made from them was quite sweet, but had a certain heat, a spice to them.

"That's rather the point, isn't it?" I added.

Sometime during the silence that ensued, Megumin got up and left, perhaps not wanting to impose on Kazuma and I, giving the mood we were in.

"Link-san?" A voice said.

"Hello?" I responded, without turning around.

"Um, the King has requested your audience."

Kazuma snorted into his glass across the table from me as I turned.

The person before me was not large, and he was wearing armor of low quality, to the point where I could tell just by looking.

A fake Knight.

In other words, somebody employed to act the part, but with no actual training.

Because, of course, training cost money.

More evidence towards the point that I made earlier.

Perhaps this contributed towards the vehemence in my following sentence.

"Does the king perhaps want me to act as a second? Behind the dick Kyouya? Ah, or maybe, Kyouya himself requested my presence, in order to gloat at me!" I stood up, and the fake knight cowered a little. "Or, even better, perhaps the King wants to tell me 'well done for almost winning,' so that I will be in the capital during whatever incident he is expecting, without need to pay me!"

My sudden outbreak stunned the entire guild into silence, and the fake knight wilted, and recoiled at my intimidating actions.

"I know n-not sir." He said. "I am s-simply the m-messenger."

Of course, I knew this, and the fact that I continued with my actions despite this made me feel a little bad, so I changed the object of my aggression.

"Actually, I will accept, and as I stand audience, I will tell him his problem personally!"

This was the moment that the guild erupted into cheers, and the fake knight was shocked out of his paralyzed state.

"Go at it Link!"

"Yeah, show the king of the nation who's boss!"

"I thought you were another smooth bastard like Kyouya, but you're actually pretty cool! Good Luck!"

E-excuse me?

Why did that compliment sound so insulting?

I pondered this as I left the building, following the civilian in fake knight armour.

Part 2

The journey to the capital was not very interesting.

In fact, there wasn't much 'journey' to speak of.

After leaving the guild bar in the most heretical manner I possibly could, I was shown to a teleport shop, a convenient location where I could be instantly transported to the capital.

I stood in a magic circle with a few other people who also seemed to be visiting the capitol. The mage who worked there said a few words, and we were all teleported to the shop's main branch.

I thanked the mage, and strode out.

The city that no stood before me was, with no other way to put it, large. I had emerged on what seemed to be a high street, with frightfully expensive-looking shops lining each side.

Actually, to be frank, that part was not too different from axel.

The impressive thing was the palace at the end of it. It was, once again, large. Probably almost twice the size of Hyrule Castle.

I was still suffering from the effects of my outbreak, so my mood was a still a little off.

That fake knight that represented everything wrong with the government caught up with me.

Wait, am I being too mean to him?

Maybe, but now wasn't the time to think about it.

"That is your destination Link-san."

"Yes, I got that, Low IQ-san."

"Oh, Link-san is very smart, as well as good-looking. Huh, wait, what did you…!?"

I strode quickly away, choosing to ignore those final words.

Despite receiving an audience with the King, my feeling of boredom was persiting, as of yet only interrupted by the morning of annoyance I had.

After about twenty minutes, I made it to the capital gates, where two people stopped me.

"State your name and business, commoner!" They demanded, crossing their swords in front of me in an annoyingly stereotypical fashion.

"I have to see the King."

Is what I responded with, boredly.

The soldiers who stopped me looked at me incredulously.

"Countless come to us daily, asking to meet the king, but none have no reason, as you do now. Go back to your business, commoner."

This rubbed me the wrong way. I looked down at my clothes, and saw that I was wearing what were essentially rags.

Huh.

I guess I did look like a commoner. I left my adventuring gear behind.

Still, implying that I have no reason! True, these people here could not know me nor my name, but, once again because I my mood, I reacted in a somewhat stupid way.

I took my knife out of my pocket, and held it with two fingers from the hilt, having the blade dangle down like a pendulum. I looked at them boredly.

And they looked at me, disbelieving.

"Look, I don't doubt your ability, but I am still confident that I can defeat you both." I dropped the knife. "Without this."

"It is a criminal offence to draw a blade in front of a royal guard." One of them said.

Oh, damn. Of course, I had never intended to use it. Rather, I simply felt like testing my luck.

Or something along those lines.

"Before we arrest you, what is your name?"

I looked up at them, and I realised that I was quite a bit shorter than them. I probably did look like a scrawny teenage delinquent to them.

I had been spending far too much time with Kazuma and Dust lately, maybe I was, in fact, turning into a delinquent.

I forced myself to reject this idea.

I am an honourable servant of the monarchy!

Well, not his one, but still!

"I offer my humblest apologies on behalf of my behaviour. I am Link, and the King has sent his messenger to my home town of Axel in order to request my audience. I have responded accordingly, and wish to be in his presence shortly."

"Are you perhaps taunting us!?"

Ah, that worked against me.

Well I guess I brought that on myself.

Part 3

"What!? You are that Link-san?!"

Low IQ-san had come to my rescue, and authenticated my entry into the castle.

"The newbie adventurer who made it to level fifteen in just a week!?"

I took out my adventurers card in mild interest, not having looked at it since I received it.

"It would seem so." I told them, after confirming this myself.

"Wow! You are going to do great things! I can tell! Don't forget me when you are rich and famous!"

Excuse me? I don't know your name.

Basically, my journey through the Palace courtyard went like this. The soldiers who so readily tried to arrest me earlier abandoned their immediately upon hearing who I was.

To be honest, I don't even know how they found out about me.

I am not complaining, obviously, as it saved my skin this time, but it seems there is even less investment in training real soldiers than I thought.

After entering the Palace, I was led to a changing room, and dressed in my adventuring gear, which it seemed they retrieved from my flat.

I was left alone for awhile in the changing room afterwards, now donning my blue and white tunic.

Experimentally, I drew the Master Sword from its sheath and examined the blade.

It seemed more or less fine now, after having recovered from where I pushed it during my final moments in hyrule.

The bluish-steel blade was no longer cracking, nor was it rusted at all. On the contrary, it was so shiny that I could see my face in it.

The brushed, reflective triforce insignia on the stark of the sword stood out from the rest, even more glossy than the rest.

Seeing this, I abandoned the sub-par broadsword that I had been using in this word so far, laying it in the corner of the room to be taken by palace staff.

I weighed the Master Sword in my hand, and gave it a probational swing, relishing the familiar weight and length of it in my hand.

I spun it once, and lowered it into its sheath again.

"Bravo!"

This speech came from Low IQ-san, who had apparently been watching me from the door.

I looked at him.

"Is it time for me to meet the king?"

He smiled.

"That it is, yes."

He led me down another corridor, and up a flight of stairs.

Eventually we made it to two large doors.

"I am not permitted to enter the main hall. I must go now."

Low IQ-san said this as he backed away, then spun and left.

I took a breath, then pushed on the doors, one hand on each side.

I strode down the red carpet that rant the length of the room, and bowed to the king who now sat in front of me.

Despite my eruption in the adventurers' guild back in Axel, I of course meant the king no disrespect, and intended to make sure I didn't show any by accident.

"Welcome, Link-san." He said.

"It is an honor to be in your presence." I automatically responded.

"Raise your head."

I did, and examined him for the first time.

And he appeared to be an almost perfect copy of King Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule, the reigning king until just before my death in Hyrule.

I tried to hide my surprise.

"You came at the perfect time. I have called you here to join a team of three bodygaurds, who will be directly assigned to me until the coming harvest festival is over."

"Yes, my king."

My responses came out mechanically, from my time serving the princess during my previous term.

"You have been selected for your expert skill and calm reaction to being faced with a powerful monster, and assisting in its defeat."

I hid my annoyance. I essentially killed it myself, after shooting out it's eyes. One more second, and the kill would have been mine.

Oh well.

"Please make your way to the briefing room. Mitsurugi Kyouya-san and Akahito Sawazaki-san are already there."

Urgh.

Is what I thought.

"Of course."

Is what I said, leaving the room.

It seemed confronting officials and the monarchy had somewhat restored me to my former self.

I still experienced a flare of Kazuma-like irritation as I pushed open the door to the briefing room and saw Mitsurugi's smiling face.

"Oh, hello Link!"

Pisses me off.

Authors note: Hello everybody, you thought it was 'Slapsroofoffanfiction, but it was me! DIO!

Just kidding. Thank you all so much for following! I didn't really expect this many of you so fast! I don't have anything more to say at the moment though. See you in the next one!