Chapter 76: Episode 73

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A/N: Next Ep, the Trial. Shit… I gotta watch those courtroom vids, don’t I? Fuck.

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Silently entering the bathroom after having cleaned her room, the Tohsaka Heiress– I meant, the Tohsaka Head looked at me with a surprised and shy look. “Leo?”

“Sshhh… Keep your voice down, Rin.” I pressed a hand to her mouth and reprimanded. “You don’t want the Mages to know I’m here, do you?”

Hastily, the girl nodded, her twin-tails bobbing along with her. “Alright, you done scouring the room for their devices and Bounded Fields?”

While it was not exactly illegal for the Association to bug someone’s place, it was not illegal for us to keep our rooms cleaned either. I doubted they even cared we destroyed these things, simply because any Magus with half a brain and was being implicated in a crime would know to check their assigned rooms for spying devices. It was common sense really, even those crazy conspiracy-theorists knew not to trust your Government, like ever.

“I- I think so? I found some cameras too and mics hidden in the vents too.”

Gingerly putting the crushed remains of the devices down on the sink, the twin-tailed tsundere quietly let out a sigh while I, in order to be absolutely sure nobody was trying to listen in on us, used the Spatial-Awareness the Elder Blood afforded me to sweep her place once more. It wasn’t like I didn’t trust Rin, but this matter concerned both of our… Livelihoods and was hence of tantamount importance.

“Wait… Go out and knock on the door a few times, I’m pretty sure an Enforcer is attempting to listen in on us.”

Again, this was not illegal in any capacity, but it was also not exactly looked well upon. Mostly because no Houses or Mages in and out of the Association wanted their secrets heard and aired to someone else. Granted, it was not outside of my expectations. House Tohsaka might have been involved with a ridiculously powerful Ritual, likely the most powerful in all of the Association’s existence, yet they had also isolated themselves for far, far too long.

You’d think that Tokiomi would have had the foresight to reestablish relationships with their old alliances, but with the knowledge that the Fourth Grail War was fast approaching, the late Tohsaka Head had been much too occupied to be bothered with the trivial matters. What? You didn’t expect a Tablet from the famous ‘Epic of Gilgamesh’ to fall from the Sky, did you? No-No… Tokiomi Tohsaka had expected to come out of the War victorious.

His Pride, his arrogance,

And his trust in Kotomine Kirei had ultimately been his downfall,

Leaving the tsundere with a broken legacy, a shattered sisterly-bond, an ever dwindling inheritance, which in all fairness was less his fault and more Kotomine’s, and surrounded by hungry sharks on all sides.

And that’s not to mention the generational beef the Tohsaka had with the Edelfelt– One of the few Houses which cared very little for the Root and was known to focus more on the practical side of Magecraft, the top Enforcer-Bloodline in the entire Association. In other words, the two of us had next to zero backing in the Tower, no one to truly rely on and everybody was looking forwards to seeing a good show– Mainly us… Brutish Easterners humbled and humiliated.

Unfortunately,

For them that was, they would be sorely disappointed.

I had no intention of letting the Association walk over Rin and I like we were a couple of ignorant children.

In fact, I was just waiting for the right moments. Sooner or later, the Houses would send people to scout us out and make deals. It was an easy way to make us be indebted to them and rope us in, especially me who was a mere First-Gen and had shown the potential to rival that of an Apostle. It might be my arrogance speaking, yet I was certain– Like, ninety-percent sure at least one of the Houses’ representatives would pay me a visit,

No [Future Calculation]’s charges necessary.

Hence why I, in my infinite-wisdom, had put down several Bounded Fields to notify me of any uninvited arrivals.

Thus far, those hadn’t been activated yet, but the night was still young, was it not? Those Blue-Bloods probably wanted us shaking in our boots and sweating a bit before… Appearing in front of us for maximum effectiveness. It was an useful strategy I- He had been subjected to more than once or twice, mostly from the corporations he had worked for. With Rin out to chase off the nosy Enforcers, I was left alone with only my mind and thoughts to keep me company.

I cared not for the other Houses, their words could only be taken with a grain of salts at best, the one I was actually banking on was the Queen of the Clock Tower, the Huntress of Apostles and World-renowned Head of the most mighty Bloodline to have ever been given birth to by Humanity– Lorelei Barthomeloi. Regul Black’s Hunt was orchestrated and arranged by that… Beastly woman to look for talents.

Surely she must have been informed of this whole ordeal, Lorelei was just the sponsorship I- We needed. Nobody would dare cross her, not unless their names started with ‘Zelretch’ and ended with ‘Schweinorg’. Not even the promise of a set of Command Seals, plus a spot in the coming Grail War would be enough for any Magus with a brain-cell to risk it. Yes, she would do,

At least until I had outgrown her protection, and in the case she did not come to our rescue, there was still the Kaleidoscope as a last recourse. I dared not claim I knew what was going on inside either of their heads, but I knew for a fact Schweinorg– That might sound like a brand of sausage, but I swore on my Soul it’s Zelretch’s last name– Would know be able to stay out.

Firstly, the Apostle Ancestor’s personality would not allow him to ignore an opportunity to piss off a horde of Mages. Secondly, our Crafts had an uncanny similarity he would not- Nay, could not disregard. While he hadn’t shown his face, if things really got out of hands, I had a hunch he would step in at the last minutes. Scratching my chin, my brows scrunched up in worry. ‘Although if both fail to show up, I’d have to–’

“Leo, I chased them away.” The tsundere entered the bathroom, face all smiles, looking quite proud of her ‘achievements’. I couldn’t blame her, her tongue was surprisingly sharp against people she did not like. Patting her head, my hands reached forth to pinch the tsundere’s cheeks as she bristled with faux vexation. “You were awesome out there, as expected of the Tohsaka Head!”

“Why do I feel like you’re treating me like a child…?”

I put on a confused look as I stared at her. “But- But you are a– Ouch-Ouch-Ouch!”

Her fingers twisted the flesh of my stomach, and judging from the Mana I sensed coursing through her arm, the tsundere must have used [Reinforcement] too, likely having realized I was no longer susceptible to her pinches and attacks in the day we spent living in the Church.

“Finish that sentence, Leo. I dare you…”

Immediately, I raised my hands in surrender and whined. “Alright. I give, I give! Stop- Stop pinching me, Rin-sensei. This is mistreatment of your students. I have rights, I have rights!”

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..

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“So, why did you escape your confinement?” Rin swiped a hand down her face. Even though she tried to hide it, the tsundere’s tone was marred with a trace amount of concern and she seemed far more jittery than ever, which was a reasonable reaction, I supposed. Being caught outside of confinement was the equivalent to high-treason according to the Laws the Mages’ Association had passed.

“I’m here to talk, I revisited the books, and according those, as the Head of a House, the Association is not allowed to pump you full of Truth-Potion–” Apparently, while on Trial, a Heir had accidentally blurted out some Family Secrets. The Association had tried to hush things up to no avail, eventually succumbing to the pressures from the Houses and was forced to pass that Law. “– The same can’t be said for me, since us First-Gens are basically second-class citizens in the Tower...”

“Then you–”

I shushed. “Let me finish. I think I can resist Truth-Potions, but I still believe you and I should make a Geas just to be sure. And I’m talking about a lethal one that should I fail, will kill me immediately.”

“What? What are you saying?!”

Rin scowled, anger coloring her face crimson, her voice gradually picking up as her brain finally registered what I just said. “Are you out of your mind, you idiot? Do you have a death-wish or something? At worst, we’ll both die together, but I’m not sacrificing you to get away with something so, so trivial! Zouken’s presence slipping past me is an issue on my end, but the Association is not without faults either!”

“If you would just let me finish, I was about to say I can die and be resurrected twice.”

[Second Wind] required the death of a person to activate, but she didn’t know that, and she didn’t need to. In a City like London, it’s not as though there was a lack of scums and dregs deserving of execution anyhow. I could simply blink outside the Clock Tower, grab one of those gangsters-wannabes and give them the quick, classic ‘one-two’. I sincerely doubted anyone could handle just the one, let alone the two so it wasn’t even a necessity,

Still, better be safe than sorry, right?

“What- What do you mean?” I relished the confusion on her face and the overflowing arrogance I felt inside. Nearing her head, I whispered with a smirk. “You remember the Game, don’t you? I got two Skills from that… Two very useful, very Death-Defying Skills. Not to mention–”

My gaze hardened, all traces of joy wiped from my features. “– This is for Sakura.”

If the Clock Tower knew why Zouken threw a hissy-fit in the middle of a populated City, the younger girl, as the sole living member of the Matou could not escape the repercussions. It’s the reason why I purposefully hid her involvement to the case. In fact, with how paranoid the old Worm was, I doubted he had mentioned his ‘adopted granddaughter’ to anyone– Not that the Apostle had much contacts in the Mages’ Association anyhow– Which coincidentally also served our cause to protect Sakura.

The less people knew she existed, the more convenient things would be for us and less we would have to worry about the backlashes aimed at the Elven Girl.

“If they realized there is another Matou out, it doesn’t matter if she’s a victim, the Nobles will make her the fall-person, and it doesn’t even guarantee our safety either.” Arms crossed, I stared at Rin, eyes flitting over her features as they twisted and changed with every second the silence continued. She knew how bad this looked, to the Mages at least… “We saved Sakura, but they won’t see it that way. They’ll think we provoked Zouken into attacking, and all everyone involved will be implicated.”

Rin and I were prepared for stuffs like this,

Gil needed not my worry,

But Matou- Nay, Tohsaka Sakura would be little more than a fat sheep awaiting slaughter should she attempt to enter the Tower’s political battles.

And then, there was Shiro– Emiya Shiro. The sheer amount of enemies Kiritsugu had racked up before his demise was frankly astonishing. Even now, his name alone could send the Mages in a frenzy.

Little Ember had no fault, naught beside having the same last-name as her adopted father,

Still, the Houses wronged by the deceased Magus Killer would demand satisfaction, of that I had no doubt. Carefully, I fetched the folded up Geas from my pocket. “We can’t have the limelight on Sakura and Shiro. Those two girls, their identities are like Nukes ready to go off at a moment’s notice… This has to happen now, it is the only way to ensure their anonymity and subsequently, their safety, Rin.”

Fists clenched, the twin-tailed tsundere slumped against the shiny, spotless tiled-wall. I had naught a method to gaze into her mind and thoughts yet, but the internal struggle she’s undergoing inside was clear as day to my enhanced senses. The frustration and anger were palpable in her movements, inherent in every twitch and smack of her lips. She was yielding, all Rin needed was that one last, miniscule push to actually take that leap of faith.

I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t flattering.

On one hand was her and her sister’s lives,

On the other was me– The piece of shit who had been lying and keeping things from her.

The choice was obvious, yet Rin hesitated still and that, that warmed my heart in ways I could not put into words.

“Rin, look at me.” Hands clasped over hers, I started. “You’re not betraying anyone, I’m the one who chooses to do this. We gotta keep the details as hazy as possible, or we risk not just our lives but…”

Trailing off, I stopped. There was no need to say anymore, even an idiot would understand the consequences, let alone the Head of a Noble House. Finally, after what seemed like an Eternity, she spoke, the look on her face was not the friend I had grown to adore and love, but that of a Magus caring only for the safety of themselves– One who was without sadness, guilt and hesitation. They were not wrong when they said self-hypnotization was a Magus’ best friend after all.

“And you’re sure you will survive?”

Nodding, I reaffirmed. “I’m certain of it, otherwise I wouldn’t have proposed it all.”

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s get to it.” The moment those words escaped her lips, a Geas appeared in my open-palm. Yet, before I could properly give her the paper, Rin’s eyes flashed, her fingers clutching the Contract as we touched foreheads. “But if I find you’re lying to me, I swear Leonis: I’ll win the Grail War to resurrect you and kill you again. I’ll mangle your corpse so the only option available for you will be a closed-casket, do you understand?!”

‘Goddamn, she’s scary.’

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Stuttering, I forced a confused, “Ye- Yes?”

“Is that a question or a statement?! Speak clearly!” I jumped at the aggressive shout, face paling.

“A- A statement, ma’am.” Even after that, Rin continued to stare at my face, likely searching for traces of fallacy. When she found none, she finally took the Geas, drawing blood from the tip of her index finger with a harsh bite. Once she had signed her name, the Geas flared, turning to a pile of ashes that dissipated into nothing. “There, it is done. You can go now, I have to prepare for tomorrow, and maybe get a few hours of sleep in.”

The tsundere exited the bathroom in a huff, leaving me alone with the Daemon inside my head.

And I meant that in the literal sense. ‘Fucking whipped.’

‘As if you can do better?! She’s scary like that.’

‘Just saying, if I were in your shoes…’

Eyes narrowing, I flashed Angra a disdainful smirk, before blinking back into my assigned room. ‘You’re gonna what? Get on your knees and beg, you masochistic bastard?’

‘Excuse you? My parents were happily married!’

‘You didn’t deny the masochistic part though.’

Laughing, the Daemon said shamelessly. ‘What can I say? I like it rough and a little CBT never hurts anyone.’

I groaned in disgust. ‘I did not need to know that, you prick.’

—— [Fate: DML] ——

“Have you done what I told you to?” Dressed in a tight, classy white one-piece, the woman addressed coldly, hands playing with the thin, needle-like baton in her grasp. “I have dome so, Milady. According to my sources, Leonis Magnum has only recently shown himself, a few months after his Apostle-Hunt, the boy got into an altercation with a local Martial Group backed by the Le Blanc siblings…”

“Le Blanc? Aren’t they that defunct Noble House from France, last I heard one of them is a drooling cripple now? He dealt with those, I hope?”

“He has helps from an opposing Martial Faction, but the Le Blanc’s atrocious loss is credited to him. They fought a battle wherein the eldest of the House– An Enforcer of renown was crippled, and the youngest was forced to sign a Geas to preserve her brother’s life. Then he disappeared off the grids for over two and a half years, I believe his return is a recent development.” He confirmed, questions piling up in his brain. “May I ask why you’re so invested in this… Child, Milady?”

The Queen of the Clock Tower, fancy even in her nightly attire, rested her head on the overly expensive leathery chair. Unlike others of her station, Lorelei Barthomeloi practically lived in her office, only visiting her Family Mansion on a few rare occasions per year. People had attributed it to her being a workaholic, though few understood the duties of being the Head of House Barthomeloi and the undisputed Queen of the Association.

If they did, they would know why she simply could not afford to leave her seat empty for too long. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to…”

The butler fell to his knees, cold-sweats dripping from his forehead as he prepared to beg. Imagine his surprise when Lorelei did not even bother to scold or reprimand him, instead continuing in a calm tone. “Since I’m in a relatively good mood, I’ll tell you. There is no harm in you knowing anyway. Zelretch is interested in that… Boy. I know not why he is, when or if they have met, only the Apostle Ancestor has a vested interest in one Leonis Magnum and if that fanged-bastard wants the boy, I must have him.”

No one knew how or why the Barthomeloi, arguably one of, if not the most prestigious Bloodline came to loath the Apostles, but one thing was certain, this Trait was incredibly prominent in Lorelei, more so than it had ever been since the House’s creation. Although, all but three people knew the actual reason for this insatiable hatred:

When the Queen had been a much younger girl, the Kaleidoscope had had a habit of trolling her until she was fuming. Bloody Hell, dare he said it? Bawling.

It started out with innocent pranks that elicited the barest hints of smiles and smirks from the then young girl, which gradually escalated into things that would often leave the young Queen choking down sobs, but that was not a story the aged butler was willing to tell to anyone. Not even if he and his entire family were being held and threatened at gunpoint, for he knew the cruelties they could inflict would be but a mere fraction of what Lorelei Barthomeloi was capable of.

Beside, who would people want to face?

A serial-killer who could be stopped,

Or a walking Force of Nature? The butler was not ashamed, nor afraid to admit he feared the Queen far more than any Magus, Apostle or God. “Then should I pay the boy a visit in your stead, Milady?”

The slightest hint of a smirk crept on Lorelei’s otherwise flawless, yet stone-cold features. It was a look that sent shivers down the butler’s spine and made him feel genuinely apologetic to the Boy-Magus. “There is no need, I have reasons to let this charade continue, I want to see what he’s capable of, if he’s really just another pathetic waste of oxygen, then I do not have the time, nor the patience to waste on him.”

“Then, if he proves himself capable…?”

‘What will you do, Milady?’, the question was not voiced, yet it was resounding all the same. “If he’s more interesting than he seems… Well, I’ve wanted to find a capable protégé for a while. Perhaps he’ll fit the criteria?”

He doubted it, the requirements Lorelei had for her apprentice was one of the strictest, if not outright unreasonable and impossible to achieve for any Magus under thirties. None of that could rival the ridiculousness that was her last demand, which was for her ‘protégé’ to have the guts to defy the Clock Tower. “Tell the Judge presiding over his case to be as harsh as possible, I want to see what he will do, I want to witness for myself the full-extents of his abilities.”

“I understand, Milady. I’ll do so right away.”

Not for the first time this evening, Einar Ambrosias– The butler of the Queen and one of the last living descendants of the World-renowned ‘Magus of Flowers’ found himself pitying the poor boy who was unlucky enough to receive Lorelei Barthomeloi’s attention. Slowly, the butler backed away, leaving trails of disintegrating petals beneath his feet as he went to do his job.

‘My apology, young one. But, the Queen has spoken, and her orders can not be defied.’ He thought, never realizing the pair of eyes gazing at his disappearing silhouette. In his defense, not even the Queen of the Clock Tower noticed they were being watched by the grinning Kaleidoscope, who seemed both amused and proud. “This is all I’m willing to do for you, you ungrateful, snots-nosed brats. Be thankful.”

—— [Fate: DML] ——

It was as I had expected, hordes of representatives from different Houses and Lineages paid me a visit that night. In fact, even the Glascheit had pulled their weights around, I was assuming without Sven’s knowledge. Still, none of their offers were genuine in any capacity, the only trustworthy one was from the Glascheit, as I had mentioned, but even their demands were ridiculous.

All credits of my researches to be transferred to them in the next decade? Yeah-No… They might as well have asked me to cripple myself politically. The entire Association was run on a Contribution-System. The more you had done for the Mages Community, the more works- useful works you had published, the better your treatments were. It was how the Democratic Faction was born to begin with, the Trambelio was far younger than they would care to admit, but their members had always been talented.

Even the most disappointing Heads, Heirs and Heiresses were forces to be reckoned with, which was how their status skyrocketed past Houses with histories marginally richer and more colorful than theirs was. If I allowed any of them to take credits for my researches, I was also announcing the products of my own Magecraft was therefore theirs, I’d be forced by a Geas to share not just the Star-Gate, the Elder Blood, but maybe even the Game…

I couldn’t allow that, not unless I was prepared to become a lab rat myself.

“As I’ve told every representative before you, I can not credit you, nor your Houses for my Magecraft, and definitely not when all you’re giving me is a flimsy, ‘We’ll try our best to reduce your sentences’!” Swallowing the anger at the slights, I raved at the cunt internally. I was young, inexperienced, but that had got to be the dumbest shit I had heard in both lives. Who the fuck would ever agree to sell all their valuables for a promise that did not even guarantee their safety?!

“I beg you to rethink your decision, Mr. Magnum. As you’re aware, your situation does not look good, and in order to reduce the sentences being discussed, our House will have to pull a lot of favors– Ancient favors that we have kept to use in our time of need.” That sounded cool and all, but let’s be honest, the so-called ‘doing their best to help’ was little more than a fanciful way to say, ‘I’m taking all of your shits and in return, we’ll put in the good words for you at the Trial.’

It was so dishonest and ridiculous, I wanted to smash his face into the table repeatedly, until it was a bloody pulp.

The only solace I had was knowing I was not alone, and Rin was probably dealing with the same thing as we spoke. “You’re asking me to give you everything, while you do the littlest to help, and saying it is a reasonable exchange. Have you lost your marbles, Steven? May I call you Steven, Steven?”

“No, you may not. My name isn’t even–”

I interrupted with a hush. “So, Steven… You go back and tell your Masters, I’m interested in neither of their bullshits, nor their little deals. So they can take their delusions, ball those up to make magical butt-plugs, or whatever. For the last time, I ain’t interested.”

“You’ll regret this, I can assure you.” Steven practically growled, voice even yet tainted with other unspoken threats and insults. “Haul your ass outta here, you shite. I don’t want to see your ugly-mug again anywhere near me for the rest of my fucking life, you understand?”

Quicker than his brain could register, I caught his tie, slamming him face-first on the desk we were using to negotiate– Well, I said negotiate, but it was more like we were exchanging poorly veiled-threats. Although, at this point, mine was less veiled and more physical. “I’m going to win this shit just to spite you bunch, and when I’ve risen on top, doesn’t matter if it takes decades, or centuries, I’m going to take a dump on all your heads, you hear me?”

[Future Tragedy] activated, and much like his predecessors, the representative was hauled outside by the Enforcers kicking and screaming amidst my ominous chuckles.

“Really, again?” One of the Enforcers remarked, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement. He was a pretty cool guy, though admittedly wasn’t a good combatant judging from how he moved. His name was Chris, I believed? “What can I say, I hate being treated the fool.”

“Doesn’t everyone?” Chris the Enforcer laughingly replied.

“True, true.” Unlike Eivor, or Sven, both of whom were people I’d consider friends, Chris had a way to appear friendly even in the worst situation. Maybe it was his way of speaking, or maybe it was the hair, but he seemed like a chill and decent listener to befriend, and I liked that. “Seriously, do they think I’m an idiot? Half of these ‘offers’ practically qualifies as sexual harassments, the other half puts Mages to shame. At least work to cover up your real intentions, dammit!”

I wished I was joking, but the Moonlit World was more tolerant when it came to homosexuality as long as they knew to continue their Lineage, hence why I had received several offers to become some dudes’ plaything.

The thoughts alone made me grimace in disgust.

“Still, do you really not plan on accepting any of these? That guy was right, you know? Your situation isn’t looking good, the Judges want you and your girlfriend to be made an example of. What use will Magecraft and political influence be if you’re locked up, or worse– Have a Sealing Designation put on you...?”

Chris made good points, and I’d be worried if not for [Future Calculation]. There were seven hours more before our Trial officially began, and neither Lorelei or her representative had both failed to show. It was starting to make me anxious for real, ‘Was I wrong? Is my Timeline in those miniscule percentages where the Queen of the Clock Tower doesn’t give two shits about me?’

“I can get out of this, I’ve faced down worse foes in the past, Chris.”

“What are your plans, Mr. Magnum? Or better yet, who are you waiting for?”

My eyes narrowed at the question and I involuntarily pulled up the Map to check Chris. He wasn’t a Blue, nor was he a Red, but instead a Yellow, meaning he was a Neutral who did not wish to harm nor help me. ‘Then why is he fishing for information? Who planted him here and for what reasons?’

From what I had heard, I was somewhat famous in the Association for my first Apostle-Hunt and what I did to the Le Blanc, making me a ‘hot commodity’ in the eyes of the major Houses, but I was just that– A commodity. That’s why the deals I had been getting were utter shits, because they did not expect me to know any better and just wanted to own a capable First-Gen, nothing more, nothing less.

Truth was, if not for the Japanese Government blowing the whole thing up, Rin and I would not be here, so who would be bored enough to send an Enforcer to fish for info? Hard as it was to believe, perhaps I was simply paranoid and Chris was just curious? Even so, I did not want to reveal all my cards yet. “I’m sorry, but that’s a secret. You’ll have to wait and see.”

“Fine, keep your surprise. I’m quite curious to see who’s this mysterious benefactor you’re waiting for…” Waving, Chris closed the door and went outside all while throwing me searching glances, which I promptly ignored. If Lorelei truly refused to show, I’d have to bank it all on Lord Trambelio– The Democratic Faction was known for their tolerance after all, I was certain they would help, would they not? Then again, I had been wrong about plenty of things.

“Let’s hope things don’t come to that.”

That– Meaning the last resort, the Nuclear-Option in which I’d escape with Rin and be on the run. With the Elder Blood, such a life would not be too bad, but…

Thus, I waited,

And waited,

And waited some more,

Morning came, the first light of the day was already shining through my windows, yet the Queen of the Clock Tower was still a no-show. “Fuck me sideway, of all the time for [Future Calculation] to fail…”

‘Guess your gamble fails, Leo-tan.’

Sighing, I swiped a hand down my face and scowled. “No matter, I don’t need someone to deal with a bunch of stuck-up cunts who don’t even know the meaning of battle!”

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