You thought you invited your saviour, but...

"Ugh, fucking useless idiots..." I muttered as the old woman fell to the ground unmoving. "Can't even keep a girl in a room the day I am coming."

Turning around to Artoria, who was standing above three bleeding men, an annoyed expression formed on my face. "Well, the good news is that they weren't lying to us and there is indeed a body for you, the bad news however is that the body we are looking for ran away." I said.

"W-What h-happened..." muttered the old woman from the ground after waking up, her eyes hazy as she tried to stand up, yet failed at doing so.

"Hmm, well it's not too bad." replied Artoria, removing the cloth that covered her face as she realised it was no longer necessary, it was pretty obvious they were all going to die, and corpses can't spill secrets. "What should I do with them?"

"Hmm, nothing." I replied with the same smile. "They will be more useful as part of the gem, and they will be in pain, so it seems a good punishment I guess."

"And her?" she asked, pointing her sword at the old woman who was finally regaining her proper state of mind.

The smile on my face changed, growing sharper as I crouched down and grabbed the old woman by the hair. "Well, she will learn her place in this world." I said in a happy tone, looking deep into her blue, pained eyes. "I am very close to successfully cracking one of the two homunculi abilities that fascinate me the most, so she will prove to be a good experimental subject for that."

"Excuse me, young man." said a voice from behind me, interrupting my explanation. "But could you let her go?"

I remained silent for a moment as my eyebrow twitched.

"How incredible..." I muttered while standing up and turning around. "It's almost like the rats in this sewage of a town want to die painful deaths."

Focusing on the person who chose to maintain the recurring theme of disrespecting me, I found a man that looked like, for lack of a better word, a hobo, staring at me with a small smile.

My eyebrows witched as his eyes kept contact with my own. "This bastard..." I muttered under my breath. "Since when do rats look into a lion's eyes with a smile?"

Instead of immediately killing him, I focused on his body to determine who he was. I could feel the magic circuits in his body and the magic energy coursing through them, which led me to one simple conclusion.

"So you are Bersac?" I asked. "The magus of this town."

"Indeed, that is I." he replied in a singing tone while removing his dirty hat from his head and bowing dramatically, though it was evident it was more of a theatrical act rather than a show of respect.

"Hmm, so you are indeed the magus of this town... in that case, I have some questions for you." I said, staring at him with an annoyed expression.

"Why was there no one to welcome me at the airport?" I asked while taking one step in his direction and dragging along the old woman by the hair.

"Why did this bag of bones disrespect me as soon as I set foot on this town?" I continued asking, coming closer in his direction.

"Why exactly is it that my time has been wasted?" I asked, ignoring the groans of the old woman as she tried to muster enough strength to break free form my grasp.

As I continued walking closer to him, my face grew angrier as magical energy began seeping off my body.

"And finally... what makes you think you can look at me in the eye you fucking commoner?!" I said as magical energy flowed out of me and, while it was a small amount compared to the limitless reserves I had, it proved to be enough to show him the difference in level between us.

Bersac, who up to this point had simply been staring at me with a smile, took a step back. On his neck, a drop of sweat formed and the smile on his face grew smaller.

"I take it you are mister Salvatore then-" he asked, however Artoria interrupted him.

"Lord Salvatore." she muttered, her face growing angrier then before as she began circling around Bersac's, making him stand between her and me. "The least you bugs should do is get one of the simplest titles of my king right."

The sword on Artoria's hand began oozing black smoke as a scowl formed on her face.

Bersac instantly moved his hand towards his pockets and pulled out a grimoire, which he immediately opened.

Before he could even begin to chant however, Artoria and I were both next to him.

My wife's sword slashed right through his wrists like they were made of butter and my hand was instantly on his face, bringing his head down to the ground and making the floor crack.

Blood began to flow, not only out of his arms, but also from his forehead.

Before he could get a chance to react, I embedded on his chest, making his eyes widen.

A second passed in which time seemed to stop for him, his soul changed while very single instinct of his body begged him to flee, making his hazy mind focus on getting away.

Pulling out my hand from his dirty body, the man was surprised to see no blood coming out, however it took him but an instant to realise that something was wrong.

"W-What did you do-" he tried to ask while falling to his knees, however Artoria's foot interrupted him as she kicked him right in the head, making him fall asleep.

"Well, he wasn't a threat now that I disrupted his magic circuits." I said with an amused tone. "Not that he was a threat even when he had the magic circuits intact."

"I know, my dear." said Artoria as she came closer to me. "But I wouldn't have wanted him to get another chance to disrespect you."

"Good idea, my dear." I replied while pulling her in for a kiss. "Besides, he will be a much better experimental subject than the old bag of bones over there, so having him knocked out for now is better."

After separating from Artoria, I crouched down next to Bersac and moved my hand into his forehead before putting it in.

From what I saw in the old woman's mind, the girl who was King Arthur's corpse disappeared with her mother and they were forming groups to search them, I would like to believe that the magus of the town knows something about this...

"Let's see if you know where the little girl ran off to..."