Terry stood before the broken window, breathing excitedly. This time he wouldn’t need to run away.

Terry continued to stand for a few seconds as he watched the people walking through the street while they began to stare at him. But Terry watched for something far more important, the 2 black figures that were flying at him at the speed of bullets.

Whoosh!

Kingsman reached Terry faster than Ryan by a few seconds but wasn’t actually exerted in any way as he was high-leveled and could swing a large club around so merely jumping atop a few buildings wouldn’t be much.

Ryan followed after Kingsman and needed to duck to enter the large window as he was larger and had to stay the same way due to the bedroom roof being too small as well.

The 2 men each brought what they were expected to. Ryan with the princess and egg, while Kingsman held the fatass tightly.

Terry watched to make sure that no harm came to the princess before smiling.

[Activating Appraisal]

[Royal Princess(Sealed)=Insignificant] Notice, Royal Princess is a Legendary class that is currently sealed to Uncommon. In order to truly utilize powers as a Legendary class, the target must have powerful poison removed from them.]

Good, Terry thought, he could probably just use his new sword to heal the princess. But if he fixed her, she could possibly attack him and even hurt him badly. The best choice was to form a contract.

Hector began quivering in fear at the 2 new, powerful men as one stood and one crouched, bowing to Terry.

Terry stood tall, waiting for the people of the city to gather around him while he waited for the maids and butlers to die off.

“What? Are you serious? C’mon Steadhart, you don’t joke about stuff like that, now get outta there before the baron gets mad!” called out a man on the street below the mansion.

Terry smiled at the man far away but his face was covered by the mask. Such a person wasn't a threat at all.

Ryan began to sit down and wait for any orders while resting his weary body while Kingsman dropped Navarre upon the floor, stretching out his right arm to the mangled corpse of the baron which he launched out the shattered window, splattering blood and what guts remained inside the body, across the street.

Terry watched intently as more people left their houses to see the increasing commotion that existed outside at the baron’s mansion as Kingsman continued to launch corpses out of the large window, hoping to cause some form of retaliation. Although, by Terry’s orders, he was careful to not directly injure a single person.

“What in the hell?!” questioned many people.

“Hey, stop that! Somebody stop him!” Yelled some more people as a few individuals began to converge toward the mansion.

Adventurers, Terry thought as he flinched for a moment. So they’re done as well? Let’s see what the fools outside think when they notice exactly what I’ve done to the guards they’re calling out to.

The people upon the street began picking up rocks and throwing them into the open window while others inspected the mutilated corpses of the baron’s family. Some people in armor, likely soldiers and adventurers, even began pounding upon the locked door of the mansion, attempting to break in.

Crash!

Terry smiled as the mansion shook for a moment, signifying that the mob outside had broken inside. Although, little did they know that they would be the ones dying.

“Boss, shouldn’t we be stopping them?” Ryan asked in concern as he heard loud yelling both outside and now inside the mansion. Ryan was focused on blocking most of the projectiles that entered the room while not retaliating in the slightest by Terry’s orders.

“If I did that, then we wouldn’t have a major chorus that serves double as rebel repellent,” Terry said as he continued to smile beneath his mask.

“What do you mean master?” Kingsman asked as noises began to erupt beneath the men.

“Aaarrrggghhh!!!” There were terrible screams alongside the clashing sounds of steel. As Terry had hoped, the mob had met the ghouls Terry had readied for just the occasion.

“That should hold them for a while, now then, I know you’re awake so get up on your own,” Terry said as he turned his gaze to the wooden floor of the bedroom where the princess lay, slowly moving toward Hector for a weapon to cut the leather restraining her.

The princess began to raise herself up from the floor by using what little strength she had while also trembling quite a bit from the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac which warped her sight a bit.

“This isn’t getting anywhere,” Terry muttered angrily as he held Elculem tightly in his left hand before slicing a deep slit into his right arm.

Somehow, the robe covering Terry split before Terry cut it with the blade, signifying that it was somehow alive now although Terry decided to test that theory later.

Terry quickly used Elculem to then cut the leather being used to gag the princess, leaving her mouth wide open, and causing plenty of saliva to drip from her tongue. Of course, the blood spilled into her mouth, mixing with her saliva for mere milliseconds before she closed her moist, pink lips, staining them, along with her leather wrappings, with Terry’s rich blood.

[Activating Blood Compulsion]

“I don’t have the time for this, just drink the blood,” Terry said in a chilling voice as he brought his face close to that of the princess. Of course, while covered with the face and mask of another, his face and that of the princess were likely the most beautiful in existence for many people. “Unless you want me to give it to you directly.”

The princess froze in fear for a split second before bringing her face closer to Terry’s, attempting to seduce him.

Ryan and Kingsman watched Terry in surprise while Hector finished off the butlers and maids that remained in the hallway. Terry and the princess brought their faces near as the princess raised her hands in an attempt to move down Terry’s body to his Daora’s Fang while Terry dropped Elculem to remove his mask.

The princess’s face immediately transformed from a seductive smile to a look of terror as the color left her face and she jerked her head away from Terry, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the floor with a thud!

Terry had removed his mask and shown his massive fanged teeth, likely traumatizing the young, beautiful woman. Yet, the objecting was achieved since he was able to use her open mouth to pour more of his blood in her mouth, gaining him full control of her no matter how powerful she was.

Terry turned his head to Ryan and reached his arm out for Elculem.

“Heh, that was fun, even with all this racket I can have a good scare,” Terry said as his fangs reverted into teeth before he stared at the princess who, at the moment, was white as a sheet and trembling, thankfully without having also pissed herself.

A few more rocks continued to fly at Ryan’s scaly back while Terry lifted Daora’s Fang right above the princess before plunging it downward, tapping it lightly on her stomach through the hardened leather.

[Cure Inflicted Poison (King Constrictor's Aphrodisiac)? Yes/No]

[Yes has been selected]

[Producing and applying antidote…]

Terry tensely held the fang upon the skin of the princess while using his blood to keep her steady.The poison would naturally take quite a while to deal with but since Terry’s blood also coursed through the princess, Terry was able to weaken the poison significantly, with the help of Din of course.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The hell is that? Terry thought as he slowly spun his head to the left where Ryan stood, blacking most of the rocks and even torches which were what Terry began to see as Ryan breathed in the flame, protecting the mansion for him.

“Get out of there Steadhart! Same with your companions! If you don’t, I will bring the guild master to face you as well as me!” called out a loud, masculine voice.

Terry sighed in annoyance as he waited for the antidote to be administered. He looked at Ryan who was staring intently down to the street while Kingsman looked to Terry for guidance, knowing that Terry was a mixed bag about killing.

“Wait! Don’t attack whoever that guy is, tell him to bring the guild master, whoever it is!” Terry ordered as he grinned excitedly.

“Sure,” replied Kingsman weakly as he trembled from the intense fear he felt from Terry.

Kingsman turned from Terry to move Ryan out of his way before relaying Terry’s message to whoever stood outside the mansion.

Wham!

A rock bounced off of Kingsman’s thick dreadlocks before falling to the ground.

Kingsman stared down at the rock as it fell, feeling no pain due to his high level even though his body was quite weak compared to as a giant. Although, that didn’t matter, what did was getting strong foes to come to serve his master.

“My master would like to meet your master and have a chat,” Kingsman said without emotion as he surveyed the mob that had gathered outside of the mansion for the one who had threatened Terry. If Terry had ordered, Ryan and Kingsman would have cleaned the area outside within seconds but Terry was both kind and cruel. More so than anyone else.

“You insolent criminals, you dare ask for the master?!” asked a tall and skinny man in gleaming, white armor. The armor was thick and wrapped around the thin man’s body well, likely custom made to fit and make him look strong. Although, such a large piece of armor had to be incredibly heavy regardless, meaning that the man was strong.

“My master means no disrespect, in fact, he’s showing him the utmost respect by asking from the bottom of his heart,” Kingsman said as emotionally as he could, although it ended in failure after he had several voice cracks.

The crowd outside of the mansion stopped their rioting and directed their gazes to the confrontation of the ‘criminals’ and someone they seemingly recognized well as seen by the people holding rocks and torches whispering to each other in excitement.

Terry sighed in annoyance as he was currently occupied by more important issues and therefore unable to do as the man asked. Yet, Terry didn’t wish to kill misguided people who were seeking justice, especially if they were usable by him. Although, the princess was far more important to Terry.

“Kingsman, kill him, his boss’ll show up for sure that way,” Terry said as his head began to sweat from the stress and anger at his lack of options.

Kingsman shot a look of understanding at Terry before thinking a bit to himself.

“Heh, you can’t even come here through the mansion out of fear for your life so aren’t you the weak one?” Kingsman mocked.

“Hah, you’ve all killed the rulers of this city and intend to reason with us? My boss is already coming and will slaughter you all after I buy him time. Hahaha!” Laughed the man as he drew a shining white katana from his back.

Kingsman jumped down from the fourth floor of the mansion where he stood, down to the ground, scattering bits of dust as well as the organs of a man who was ordering his demihuman slaves to enter the mansion.

“You- you’re dead!” yelled the man as he charged at Kingsman who had landed only a few meters away, causing the people around him to run away in fear.

While Kingsman was far more muscular and intimidating than the man, the man had thick armor for protection which also made up for the size difference as well as had an incredibly sharp weapon while Kingsman was stuck with his fists.

“Haah,” Kingsman sighed as he pivoted to one side in order to narrowly dodge the incoming slash before outstretching his arm and knuckle to strike the flat of the sword, knocking towards the man.

“Heh, smart move, but you shouldn’t underestimate your foes,” whispered the man as his blade detached from the hilt, revealing a thin, silver string connecting the blade to the hilt as it spun and tore through Kingsman’s chest, spraying blood out of the massive gash it made.

Kingsman attempted to stand but was quite weak with how he was losing blood quite quickly, staining the leather armor he had tried to keep clean.

Several cries and cheers rang throughout the mob as they were emboldened and began gathering to kick and burn the wounded Kingsman. Possibly in an attempt to lure out Terry who was guarded by his ghouls on the first floor of the mansion which tore through any who stepped deep inside.

“Boss, that guy hurt Kingsman badly!” Ryan cried as he watched the fight, making no moves on account of Terry’s orders.

“Dammit, I can’t see,” Terry said with a sigh. “I hate these cleanup stages.”

“Boss, shouldn’t we help him?!” Ryan asked in surprise at Terry’s composure after being filled with rage for not long before.

“I finished the immediate threat so I’ve no reason to be angry, now is the cleanup work which I usually left to my underlings. But since he can’t handle it…” Terry stopped mid sentence to hear not a single cry of pain from Kingsman.

Terry could hear countless strikes being struck and fire being burned upon Kingsman’s bleeding flesh.

“Haah, it’s people like these who bring the destruction for countless others because of just how small their brains are,” Terry said in annoyance.

“Huh?” Ryan asked as he heard more noises far below him.

Torches blazed as the generals of the baron began to step out of the broken door into the mansion. They were covered in blood, and blades, and entrails, likely from the trespassers.

“What? You are working for the enemy now? All of you shall be questioned. But still, Jake, how could you betray lord Scythe?” asked the armored man in shock as he watched the group of mangled bodies step onto the torchlit street. The perfect atmosphere of night helped to increase the fear that was felt by the mob as they saw the powerful bodies, dragging large objects as well.

That’ll help things along, Terry thought happily.

That was really morbid, Din replied.

Heh, considering who you are, I’m kind by default, Terry laughed in excitement.

“No f*cking way,” stammered the mob as well as the armored man and the few other soldiers in the audience. Their gazes of excitement and anger were replaced with mouths wide in horror and disgust at both the bodies walking towards them with blades inside and blood spilling out like a broken plumbing system, and the mangled corpses being dragged which didn’t so much as twitch. Of course, the bodies being dragged were the trespassers and those dragging were the ghouls.

Knowing that they were outmatched and realising that their lives no longer had any value, the mob scrambled to re enter the safety of their homes. Naturally, a few demihumans were trampled in the process, left barely alive, while plenty of soldiers and adventurers took their time to regroup, knowing that a fight would soon be underway.

“Ow~ while that was a tiny cut, I didn’t expect to need this long to heal. Just goes to show why I serve the likes of master Terry Isenburg rather than fools like you,” Kingsman said as he began to stand from being flat upon the ground on his stomach. His wound had been healed nicely, leaving only a large scar on his body which was covered in such things due to having had almost no armor during his coliseum days.

Terry didn’t need to see to know that the fools who once thought to kill him were only focused on not being killed.

There was a group of around 21 soldiers in armor ranging from hardened leather to thick metal that covered a large man encased in armor who held a large, titanium halberd.

Alongside the soldiers in another group, the adventurers stood strong with their armored leader holding the katana and finally revealing a golden plate tied to his neck. Beside him was a group of men and women numbering around 25, some with demihuman slaves or some animals while one even rode atop a black and white bear. Each and every adventurer had at least silver while others had palladium plates and another few had gold.

“We outnumber you so give up and allow yourself to be captured,” warned the armored leader of the soldiers.

As the ghouls’ bodies were mangled beyond repair and their organs were barely held together by strings of flesh which had weapons stuck inside, they were unable to answer vocally. Kingsman on the other hand just stared at the fools before him, they had a chance since Kingsman was weak and since the ghouls were the remains of people foolish enough to face Terry, Terry of all people! But even more surprising…

“Master, you never told me that you had the power to raise the dead!” Kingsman called out.

“Of course I didn’t, you’re my slave, you don’t deserve to know any more than what I directly say to you. Besides, isn’t this more fun?” Terry asked.

Kingsman shivered at the answer. He wasn’t asking out of curiosity but rather out of fear from the power that kept bodies in such a horrid shape from falling apart not to mention moving to kill. Kingsman was very lucky to be alive after having tried to kill someone like Terry.

The wind flowed across the now quiet street only lit by the torches across the street, blowing smoke high into the sky. Quite a few leaves danced about in the wind, signifying the season as Fall although none of that mattered. What mattered, is if there would be rain soon to help wash away all of the blood that would paint a grand picture as if by Kadinsky. And even more so for if there would be enough pits to fill with the bodies of the deceased.

The groups readied to clash, the ghouls walked to Kingsman as he walked to them. The bodies of the trespassers were bitten for a final appetizer by the ghouls as the two groups finally stood only 5 meters away.

A group of leaves carried by the wind blew between the two groups, covering the other from sight. But once the leaves were out of sight, the two groups couldn’t be closer.

Clang! Slash! Bam!

Sword met axe, fist met flesh, and knife met shield. The groups clashed their steel upon steel to begin before using technique to strike the flesh of the foes. Naturally, the group fighting for Terry was being overwhelmed with Kingsman as an exception.

All of the ghouls were being impaled and ripped apart by the sheer number of the enemies but were still putting a large dent in both forces. Of course, the ghouls were merely corpses and had no brain, making them easy to kill and since Terry couldn’t interfere, he had basically lost the fight. Yet now that the crowd was gone and the threat of stones and torches were also gone, a new piece could be added to the chess board.

“Alright, sharp weapons don’t do much to these guys other than get their blood upon us so switch to blunt weapons or your fists if necessary!” cried the leader of the soldiers.

Since the opposing group had figured out the weakness of ghouls, there was really no hope for them and before long, the adventurers and soldiers had thoroughly crushed each and every skull of the ghouls. Not without losses of course.

Kingsman fought against the gold plated adventure along with silver rank adventurers who threw an occasional knife or blocked whatever Kingsman could do. Kingsman was fighting a one sided battle and so were the ghouls although around 7 soldiers and 8 adventurers were badly wounded although still alive due to their teamwork.

Kingsman watched horrifically as he somersaulted away from an incoming decapitation. He was stuck as he was unable to come close to his foe who could strike him hard and fast whilst also weaving the extended blade with great speed and technique without a single opening.

Kingsman was already covered in several bleeding scars of ranging deepness, using what little flesh he still had to stay alive. But even so, he no longer had any chance once he saw the group of remaining soldiers and adventurers charging towards him, covered in the blood of the now busted ghouls, engraved into the ground.

“My time to shine.”

Whoosh! Smash!

Flame engulfed the ground as an earthquake shook all who stood.

“Now 2? So what, we’ll kill you and then your boss who hides inside the building!” yelled the gold plated adventurer as he continued his advance against Kingsman.

Those remaining after fighting the ghouls turned their attention to Ryan who had finally made an appearance. His body became consumed by powerful flame before his cloak was incinerated, revealing his large, scaly, body.

Kingsman had no choice but to weave between the numerous slashes that chased him like guided missiles, barely keeping his limbs intact due to the distance between him and his foe who was playing with Kingsman like a toy, possibly waiting for his boss to come and face Terry.

Ryan faced his enemies like a massive wall, forcing up the necks of even the tallest of his foes for them to see his long, scaley, head. Several sharp teeth hung from his mouth and reflected the light of his flames with thick saliva.

“To think that he’d be so big, you must be a dragonkin,” said the leader of the soldiers as he dropped the bloody club in his hand and pulled out his halberd again. The rest of the adventurers and soldiers followed his lead and switched to their sharper weapons.

“Uh~ sure? Call me what you want since it’ll serve as the creature that killed you guys. All you need to know is one thing though, I’m an underling of sorts so be wary of just how strong my master is,” Ryan said with a hearty laugh, causing flame to erupt from his throat before he swallowed it down.

“I see, either way, your head will make a fine trophy for my wall when you die. Or I can give you to a scientist to study. Either way, don’t overestimate yourself,” replied the leader as he began to advance upon Ryan.

Even though Ryan was much bigger and bulkier, his skill as a boxer was that much more valuable rather than being a massive brute such as Kingsman. Ryan covered his arms in flame and readied a stance to block incoming attacks while also burning all who attempted to break through, a technique he could use all the easier with more firepower.

“While you may be a dragonkin, I doubt that you have any actual power in comparison to a real dragonkin. Especially after joining a criminal, I doubt you’re much more than an orphan who luckily found leftovers to snack on. With such weak scales, my Endoyelle will tear right through!” mocked the leader as he led the remaining enemies against Ryan.

Ryan’s flames magnified more than a dozen times larger at the comment of his foe but were quickly doused as Ryan began trembling violently.

“What’s this, you got mad and puffed out a bunch of flame yet were unable to sustain it? Hah, and here I was getting a bit scared,” continued the leader as wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead before calming his breathing, having been sped up due to the fear from Ryan’s outburst.

The leader sprung towards Ryan, thrusting forth his mighty halberd as it tore through the flaming air that surrounded Ryan.

Ryan’s eyes followed the halberd nearing his scales and waited for the moment before impact. While his body was much larger, he had gotten used to the the proportions and extra limbs, giving him the ability to move around normally and since the halberd wasn’t a swing but rather a thrust, Ryan sidestepped the stab which turned into a swing at the end but was unable to match Ryan’s speed.

Wham!

Ryan’s fist connected hard against the ribs of the leader, knocking him back 2 full meters where he collapsed. Ryan then proceeded to glare at the remaining fools who charged at him with spears, knowing to keep their distance from such a massive foe.

After swinging his tail to knock away the closest of his foes, Ryan lunged at the fallen leader, lifting his right fist which was now red from the molten flames he had concentrated into it rather than dispersed over his body. A second remained before the punch would connect, and with the size and heat of Ryan’s fist now suspended in air, the leader of the soldiers would be lucky to have any traces of himself left rather than the massive crater that would open underneath.

“I shouldn’t have let a group such as yours fight such powerful foes. Even if there were only 2, they are strong, especially this one. Well, now that I’ve decided to intervene, they don’t stand a chance and will die for their crimes.”

“Hey now, I made sure to stay out, so why can’t you? I know I wanted you to come but still, I would prefer to keep someone as talented as Ryan so if you want to fight, why not face me, I promise that I’m stronger than you think.”

“Interesting, I actually thought that you were Steadhart but since you are far stronger, able to block my attack, I guess I’ll have to rethink my plan. But even so, I’ll relish this incredible chance to fight!”