Reincarnation Sim Game

"Here we go again." Raymund sighed. "Your opponents on this mission are just mindless mobs."

The thugs turned their attention away from Elise and came to Olga. The waffle seller climbed onto the table, then jumped up and kicked one of them in the head.

The fight is inevitable. However, the thugs were overwhelmed. None of their fists hit Olga because she was very good at dodging. The red-haired woman just kicked or slammed them, never punching or using any other strikes with her hands.

"Help her, Elise." Raymund gave the order.

Elise was admiring Olga's fluid movement, then looked around for something. It didn't take long until she found a long log, then used it as a weapon.

"Huh? You want to make that move at a time like this?" The god chuckled as Elise took a specific stance. "Well, it's up to you."

The female warrior dashed forward, trying to ignore her wildly bouncing breasts. She then pointed forward the wooden log she was holding.

Charging thrust.

The attack hit one of the thugs in the waist and instantly threw his body to the dirt road. Elise couldn't help but grin at that. Apparently, her attacks were a bit too extreme.

The woman flinched when she heard louder cheers from the audience. It seemed the people were amazed by Elise's moves.

The fight is really one-sided. Olga can knock out the thugs with a kick to the head or a hard slam to the ground. Elise's only contribution was to knock down two more people by hitting them on the head with a wooden log.

It didn't take long until all the thugs were lying on the ground.

Olga massaged her own shoulders. "Ugh, I haven't fought like this in a long time."

Elise looked at the red-haired woman. Even though she had only met a few fighters, Elise knew Olga was quite capable. The movement of the waffle seller can hardly be followed by the eye.

"Why!!??" Suddenly Agatha came to them crying. "We've been trying to enlarge the place selling our crepes. Marc and I are even willing to serve customers with clothes like this! We really had to endure shame and cold to be able to sell our goods!"

"So?" Olga asked in a casual tone while cleaning her clothes. "I did the same, right? Well, even if it was my employee who did it. I didn't attack you, did I? I was just copying your business strategy."

"Shut up!" Agatha cried even harder. "I told you yesterday, didn't I!? The way you imitate us is…. What!!??"

Agatha almost protested at Marc, who had just poked her shoulder. However, she choked when she noticed several people coming from the end of the road. They all wore light brown uniforms and berets.

"Looks like something interesting just happened." The leader of that group, who turned out to be the man with the big nose and fabulous bangs, muttered. His eyes were glued to the thugs who were still lying down. "I have to interrogate them until someone wants to talk about who ordered them to do this."

Marc and Agatha flinched, then fled to their own stall.

Olga was briefly surprised by the man's appearance but was soon able to put on a friendly smile. "Maybe that's too much, sir. Shouldn't the police have to deal with bigger cases? My stall was broken earlier, but it's fixed thanks to the people here."

"Hmmm…. I thought that Olga was a former assassin or something." Raymund explained. "But, she's too kind for a former killer."

"Name is Lars. I just received a report that your stall was attacked." The man replied. "So, I still have to process them. I always get reports that these thugs are no longer operating, but why are they still around? I failed as captain. "

Several members of Lars' group flinched, and the captain could see it.

"Take care of them!" Lars gave the order.

While his men secured the goons, Lars took off his hat and bowed slightly to Olga. "I'm sorry for not being able to secure this place. I was assigned here around the same time you started selling waffles, lady. So, I'm not very familiar with this place."

Olga laughed for a bit. "There's no need to be like that, sir. I thank you for taking care of these thugs."

The captain put his hat back on and looked at Olga's booth. "Do you know? The one who used to occupy that place was my late mother. She also sells waffles just like you."

The red-haired woman's eyes widened. "You are the son of Mrs. Nicole? She is the one who taught me to make waffles."

"I know about it." The captain flashed a faint smile, something he had never shown Olga before. "My mother would definitely be proud of you. Though familiar to my tongue, the taste of your waffles is better."

"So..." Olga gulped. "Do you also know my past..."

"Well, looks like I have to go now." The captain looked at his men, who had made the thugs stand up. The hands of those petty criminals had also been tied. Only one person is still unconscious. Namely, the man whose head was banged into the oven by Olga. He had to be carried by two people. "See you later. Hopefully, tomorrow I can buy your waffle."

"Oh, goodbye," Olga replied, then gulped.

"I'm getting more and more curious about this milf." Raymund commented.

The captain smiled again while holding the front of his hat, then walked away with his men. When the cops disappeared down the street, Olga smiled at Elise.

"Hey, you better get changed now." The waffle seller gave a suggestion. "We'll be shopping for groceries again after this. I want to cook something a little extravagant."

Elise was taken back by that remark. Because of that event, she forgot that she was still half-naked. She hastily took her usual clothes and hid under the counter next door.

"Maybe you've become fond of that costume." Raymund joked. "Maybe it would be great if you wore it every day, Elise!"