The sun is almost hidden away in the distant horizon. The sky is becoming darker with each passing second. But the sky is not filled with the nighttime darkness and stars of the night, it was filled with choking of thick smoke spreading everywhere. A decent size village somewhere in the countryside was burning to a crisp. The homes of hardworking families and farmers slowly burning down to the ground. Mercenary men chasing down running stragglers that flee into the woods. The men, woman, and elderly were forced to pick these strange flowers with many unusual thorns on their stems. With a soft oval shape seed that was rooted to the thorny stem. The villagers were crying begging them to stop. But the marauders refused to listen to their cries.

"Please! I beg of you! We have done what you asked of us! Why are you doing this!"

"Shut the fuck up and do as your told!"

The rough bearded man slaps the blade of his sword across the weak man's face. He fell to the ground clutching his cheek. When the man looked at his palm, it was cover with deep red blood and a thin layer of his cheek was sliced, dangling like a string of meat. He wailed loudly as the other families cried while still picking the strange flowers, bleeding from the thorns stabbing them. In the center of the village was a large mass pile of bodies drenched in flames. A man over looks into the burning corpse pile, staring emotionlessly as the whickering flames cackle loudly. He can see on the pile few children, maimed and disfigured, slaughtered by the savaged men. A woman was being held back as she tries to reach out towards the flame but was soon interrupted by another man who shoved his sword deep behind her back, she fell silent and dropped instantly. Touma looked with zero empathy in his eyes.

"Yoo hooo, heya snookums!" Frida calls out to Touma with so much pride in her voice. Touma however, turns toward her and glares in annoyance. Ophelia and Dalek followed in step, they seem a lot calmer and timid than usual. Touma's eyes are filled with anger and rage and slowly walks towards her.

"Awwww that's so sweet, you're coming up to give me a hug. I'm wide open umaboo! Give your princess a big ole hug!" She spreads her arms wide open and stands on her toes waiting for Touma's hug. Touma continues toward her path with that same emotionless stare. His pace doesn't increase but somehow managed to get close really quickly. Just before he got near her, he winds back his arm and swings a low upper cut to her gut. She made a loud gag as she was sent flying back slamming into one of the sheds that was unharmed by the flames. She grabs her stomach with both her hands withering in pain. With that punch he did not stop walking and made his way towards her menacingly.

"Owie, owie. Ouch... that... was unexpected..."

He grabs her by the throat and lifts her up into the air squeezing tightly on her throat. She wiggles her feet as she grabs his arm trying to breathe. Her mask slightly shifts and can see the corner of her mouth gritting her teeth as she tries to grasp for air.

"You... you fucking idiot. Do you realize what you have done."

"Ag... I... missed a...meeting...?"

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"You god damn imbecile, everything is just a god damn joke to you."

Ophelia and dalek stand in complete disbelief seeing Frida being man handled like this.

"I'll give you a hint then Frida, reports all over our bases say that the wyverns in our possession were screeching in pain and suddenly turned to ash. Any clues as to why?"

"Herg- they... got a bad... sickness...?" Touma clicks his teeth in annoyance as she still toys with him.

"Because that damn stupid dragon you found died. The obedient seal you placed on him was broken and he perished. Now all the wyverns are dead. You know the one person who I can think of is capable of such of feat?"

"...who...might... that be-"

"That damn kid Roth Malvikun. I sent you to spy on him and to locate his whereabouts yet you think this is some damn children's game. I'm starting to lose my faith in your abilities and my patience."

"Are- are you burning this place... to let some steam off...?"

"No, a snitch was here in this village. We couldn't find him so if he ever decides to return home, a nice surprise like this will be waiting for him."

Just around the corner Dante and Connerey walk into view carrying corpses of the villagers to add to the burning pile. Connery's face looks anemic and pale with those glowing purplish color flowing in his veins. His eyes filled with anger and hatred as he tossed the body into the pile.

"With so much happening I'm beginning to wonder if you're just letting this all happened just to sabotage me."

The barely visible of her gritting teeth turned into a sinister grin. She then let go of her grasp and extended her arms wide open away from her and allowed herself to dangle in his grip.

"If you honestly believe that... then do what you must... Rip my head off... ravage me if that will satisfy your urge... my... king..."

Touma looks at her, gripping her throat even more tightly. His blood boiling as you can feel the heat coming off his body. All he can see was the barely visible corner of her mouth grinning demonically. He held her high for what felt like an eternity. Until he tossed her to the side and allowed her to breathe properly once more.

"Tsk, I want you to return back home. I want to have a long chat with you after I'm done here."

"Yes...umaboo... your wish is my command hehehehe." She coughs in between her speech as she chuckles away.

Suddenly a man in noble attire rushes towards Touma with a scroll, "My lord, sir, we have urgent news."

"What is it Santos, I'm pretty much reached my patience at this point."

"I understand my lord, but we have news of that boy who's been meddling in our affairs. They know where he is located now."

"Oh? Where is that boy exactly?"

"He was reported to be in the capital of Mur, sir." Touma gritted his teeth angrily and stormed off.

"I know exactly where that boy is going."

"Want me to accompany you snookums, I'll make it up to you by-"

"No. I'll handle this myself. You five will return home, not sightseeing, not so much as buying a fucking snack off a vendor. What's that damn old cliche saying, if you want something right then you got to do it yourself."

Touma storms off with several of the few men while the rest stay to finish off this village. Santos helps up Frida but sees under her mask smiling and giggling. She giggles profusely until she laughs hysterically into the air. Santos looks at her completely mortified.

"Oh yes!!! Slaughter that red cape fool my sweet sweet man!!! Make him regret he was ever born!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Santos backs away as to let her laugh to her hearts content. Ophelia winces in fear and slowly hides behind Dante. Connerey watches as Touma rides off quickly on horseback. He grips his fist in anger wanting to kill the kid that stabbed him in the neck. His blood boils and the purple veins glow even brighter. The night is filled with the cries of helpless victims and the maniacal laughter of that psychotic woman.