"The Meat. It's Sarah."
With a deft movement, Lancelot grabbed the fork in front of him and stabbed it into the throat of Uncle Ken.
Immediately, the maids in the room, Uncle Shen, Sancho, and even Uncle Ken, as he bled out, started chuckling, perfectly in sync.
Lancelot's face was expressionless, his face looking like a stone sculpture as he reached for the knife.
"Th-that look in your face, it's perfect!" Sancho said in between giggles, covering her mouth with a hand as she leaned back in her seat.
"Lancelot! Get out of here, now! That woman isn't someone who you can fight right now." Ddraig urged in his head.
Lancelot paid no heed to it, his blue eyes appearing like cobalt disks.
Slash!
The laughing Uncle Shen was silenced, his oesophagus, jugular vein and carotid arteries all being cut in a single slash.
This was due to the physical enhancements that being Stage One gives to a magus.
Ddraig sighed defeatedly, knowing from his experience that Lancelot will not run away.
This was going to be a fight to the death, even if Lancelot was outmatched and out numbered. The only thing Ddraig could do was give advice and call-outs.
"Oh? Killing someone so easily, you must be a monster." Sancho raised an impressed eyebrow, her red pupils gleaming with amusement as she stood up. "You got potential, kid."
Outside of Uncle Ken and Shen's ears, a flailing, worm-like flesh wriggled out.
"Crush it." Ddraig instructed, and Lancelot did so.
As Lancelot squished them under his foot, Sancho raised her eyebrows, yelping with a pained expression.
"You bitch!" Her expression twisted, waving her hand towards Lancelot.
The two maids, who had stopped laughing at this point, rushed towards Lancelot with glazed eyes.
"Her Emblem.. She likely plants those flesh worms into the target's heart to control them. Each worm has a part of her soul, damaging them damages her!" Ddraig called out.
Lancelot simply nodded, dodging the punches and kicks that the maids assaulted him with.
At this moment, his mind was empty aside from a singular, overwhelming desire.
The desire to kill.
Winding back his hand, Lancelot drove it through a maid's chest, ending her life.
He watched as the maid's eyes unglazed, a look of horror filling them as they shrunk into the size of needles.
"Sir.." The maid said with a shuddering breath, body trembling as tears pricked her eyes.
Lancelot ripped out his arm from her chest, holding her still beating heart.
"Sorry." His voice was crisp and monotone, crushing the contracting muscle in his hand. A splotch of blood decorated his pale cheek, his tunic soaked from the maid's innards and crimson fluid.
Simultaneously, the maid fell backwards, her face, once pretty and vibrant, lifeless and still as she landed on her back, her cold, brown eyes forever staring at the ceiling.
"Duck!" The voice in his head shouted.
Hastily, Lancelot crouched, dodging the punch of the second maid by a hair's length.
He used his legs to swipe the maid's feet, letting her crumple onto the floor as he hastily got up.
In a quick moment, he easily crushed the head of the maid with his foot, a few shards of her skull penetrating through his shoe and into his foot.
Lancelot ignored the pain, not even flinching as he turned back towards Sancho.
These events had all occurred in a few breaths time, a testament to Lancelot's killing capability.
The scowl on Sancho's face had disappeared by now, replaced by a smirk.
"Bravo, bravo!" She clapped, slowly waking towards Lancelot.
"Hmm.. What do you say about joining us?" She asked, tilting her head.
Lancelot bolted out the room, slamming the door behind him as he made his escape.
"..." Sancho sighed. "How futile."
She extended her arm, and instantly, blood seeped out from each of the four corpses, leaving out of their mouths in the form of a stream and starting to form a sphere in Sancho's open palm.
In a second, the blood had coalesced, ending up as a boulder multiple times bigger than Sancho's head.
The ball twisted and contorted, quickly condensing and solidifying into a thick, dark-red longsword.
"You can run, but you can't hide~" Sancho called out, pulling her hood down and letting her dirty blonde hair fall down to her shoulders.
With a step, she disappeared, a burst of wind racketing around the room.
Lancelot reached the end of the hallway, turning and jumping out of a window.
With an expertly executed roll, he landed out of the second floor and onto the soft grass of the garden with a thud.
His goal was the Alloy Spear!
It was his only shot at damaging Sancho, who was suspected to be a few Stages above Lancelot- around Stage 3 or 4.
Normally, a magus would be able to sense what Stage other magi were. However, it seemed that Sancho possessed an item that hid the aura of a magus, most likely that dark robe.
"Found you!" A sweet voice drawled out, accompanied by a red projectile.
Lancelot nimbly dodged to the side, watching the vertical blood crescent whizz by him as he continued running.
"Stop running!" Sancho shouted, and with a burst of air, appeared a few paces in front of Lancelot, who stood near a few bushes and trees.
"Nowhere to go now." She grinned, spreading both of her hands, one of them holding a longsword made out of blood.
"Do you know why I came here? Made your sister into a delicious stew?" Sancho chuckled, "Hehe, it was so amazing! You really liked it, gobbling it up like a hungry mutt-"
"Shut the fuck up and get to the point." Lancelot icily said, his emotionless eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
"..Rude." She pouted before sighing, "If you want anyone to blame, blame your father." She shook her head.
"You see that little necklace on your neck?" She pointed to the necklace that Lancelot was wearing.
Lancelot's eyes had a little bit of interest.
"Go on."
"Hehe, your father was a part of our.. organisation, you could say. Unfortunately, that old bastard decided to 'run away' and 'turn over a new leaf'." She rolled her eyes, making quotation marks with her free hand.
"That necklace has a pair, and is pretty important to our organisation. If you put both of them together, it'll point like a compass towards a super duper valuable artifact!" She excitedly said, grinning.
"Sooo, just hand it over, and I'll spare your sorry little life." She crossed her arms, smirking smugly.
"As a matter of fact, I quite like you! I'm willing to let bygones be bygones, and take you as my subordinate!"
She winked.
"..." Lancelot nodded, sighing as he took off the necklace around his neck.
"Here." He held it in his hand, offering it to her. "I know where the other one is too."
Sancho blinked blankly, surprised.
"Wow, you really gave in easily." She smirked, walking forward and taking the necklace.
"I'm not an idiot." Lancelot snorted.
"Hehe, so, where's the other one?" Sancho looked expectantly at him.
"..."
"Huh? Spit it out already." Sancho raised an eyebrow, frowning.
Lancelot used his free hand to point downwards.
Sancho looked downwards, only to see Lancelot holding the edge of her blood longsword.
"Oh? What are you going to accomplish by doing this?" She said confidently, an amused smile on her face.
The boy in front of her was just a Stage One, whatever shitty Emblem he had couldn't do damage to a Stage Four like her even if she was sleeping.
Lancelot took out the spoon in his pocket, and instantly, the blood longsword and spoon both started glowing.
Sancho's eyes widened, and her hand quickly snaked towards Lancelot's neck, intending to rip his throat out-
Clang!
A metallic clang resounding throughout the garden, the surroundings completely silent save for a gentle gale.
Now, in the middle of the garden, was a boy using a metal longsword, one with a dark red hue, parrying a blow from a blonde woman.
[Analyze]
[Iron Blood Longsword: A longsword made from iron and blood condensed to the limit by a Stage Four, capable of dealing critical damage of all types.]
[Skill: Blood Crescent Slash- shoots a blood crescent projectile. Using this ability decreases the weapon's durability.]
[B- Rank. Epic Tier.]