Your Not So Ordinary Villain

Galahad was taken aback by the sudden change in mood of the young man. He felt as though the man was looking down on him and the aura around him was actually suppressing them. In the duke's eyes, the young appeared to be someone who had experienced a lot in his entire lifetime.

"Don't let my looks give you the illusion that you can boss me around or that you can tell me what to do." Cygnus was not pleased. One of the things he didn't like was being bossed around. "Let's clear this straight, neither you nor you, are above me therefore you cannot tell me what I should or shouldn't do." He pointed at Galahad first before he pointed at Ulysses.

Both men were stunned at the young man's words. The way he talked and the tone he used did not suit his overall looks. Although they couldn't understand why Rigel was talking in that tone, they couldn't resist agreeing to him.

The oppressive force suddenly disappeared with both of the dukes still shocked to their core. Ulysses gulped and calmed himself before he could finally speak. He had been putting it off from the beginning but now he needed to know the man's identity.

"If that's what you want, then tell us who you are," he spoke after a while.

"Will it change anything? Nothing will change whether I tell you who I am or not." Cygnus didn't have the patience to deal with as he was already in a bad mood because of what happened.

Before any of the dukes could answer, a swirl of black energy appeared out of nowhere and the butler came out from it. He gave the master a bow before giving the two dukes a nod. He looked around and saw that the people inside the room were tense.

"May I know what is happening?" He asked after a full minitye that none of them were speaking.

Ulysses and Galahad decided to remain silent so, it fell upon Cygnus' shoulder to fill in his own butler but the problem was, he hated explaining. He sighed a couple of times before he gave his butler a glare.

"As usual," he shrugged his shoulders and frowned. He refused to talk any longer.

"Please excuse my rudeness, Duke Blackwell and Duke Ginehart, my master a bit prickly about many things especially if you question his actions. I suggest that you don't bring up this matter in the future," the butler explained. He gave the two adults a smile.

"We want to do that but we can't act upon it if we don't know the reason for his actions. He just summoned a malevolent spirit a while ago and endangered everyone in the room." After the pressure was gone and he was able to calm down, the duke was finally capable of rational thoughts.

"Ah, yes that's quite a problem and I apologize for that. This will certainly happen again in the future so please get used to it," the butler answered. He also gave a small bow towards the both of them.

"I can't because it can endanger my people," Galahad frowned. "If you give me an acceptable reason I will consider it but as long as you continue to brush off the topic, I won't allow it."

As a duke and the leader of Blackwell, he couldn't let his people be in danger because of the man. He made a deal with him but that does not include harming his people. If he had known about it, then he would not have agreed to the deal.

Cygnus was getting ticked because the duke was going on and on about a reason. 'Wasn't he getting fed up with it?' Cygnus frowned while looking at the man. He had been glaring at him and the butler that it was pissing him off. His jaws clenched the more he thought about it.

The master couldn't take it any longer, the silence, the glare and blatant defiance he was showing him. Without warning, a shadow was casted upon them. The ground was suddenly covered with a black sticky liquid that went up above the ankle and prevented them from moving.

"Reason? Do I need to have a reason to do what I want to do?" Cygnus slowly stood up from where he was sitting.

His body was covered with a red chaotic aura and his voice became deeper. His pupils turned red and black veins appeared on his neck and on his forehead. Black tentacles mixed with a tinge of red appeared behind him.

These tentacles were not ordinary because they could change appearance at will depending on the master's mood. This time each end of the tentacle was in the shape of sharp claws that moved and clutched Duke Blackwell's body while he was distracted by the sudden change in their surroundings.

Ulysses sensed that the situation has become dangerous and those claws were bad news. His hand flew to the hilt of his sword as he intended to cut through the claw to free his friend. He firmly planted his feet on the ground and bent his knees to give him the maximum momentum he would need to reach and cut the claw. He was about to launch himself but Mr. C was faster than him.

The butler stood in front of him with his right hand stretched to the side to stop him from moving. His left hand was behind his back and his eyes were focused on what was happening in front of them. He was standing stiff and he took a step back which also forced Ulysses to do the same.

"I suggest that you stay out of this Duke Ginehart and engrave whatever you see in here in your mind. This should be a lesson that you should not challenge the master's authority." Mr. C took another step back while saying those words to the duke.

"Why would I stay out of it! Rigel is going to kill Galahad!" Ulysses shouted but the butler gripped his shoulder.

"Even though the master can kill Duke Blackwell, he will not be reckless. As long as a person has a use for him, he will let them live," the butler answered. "So, I suggest that we step back."

Ulysses looked at the butler's back and saw no tension nor did he notice any changes on the butler's usual voice. He looked up and saw that even though the claws were tightly clutching Galahad, it was not enough to kill him. Even so, his hand remained on the hilt of his sword just in case something might happen.

Ari on the other hand notified the butler of the master's insanity level and it was at 60% which only means that the master was really angry this time. The butler did not show any change on his face and voice. That level was pretty high and dangerous but the master was still conscious which meant that he still had control over his actions, so, everything should be fine.

Galahad struggled but the claw was tightly shut around him. He could only gaze at the young man with cold eyes. From the first time he saw him, he already had a bad feeling about him and now seeing this side of him only solidified that impression.

Cygnus grinned, "Yes, you should have followed your instincts and got as far away from me as possible but look at you right now, wriggling to free himself from my clutch. I could end you right now and your duchy with one fell swoop but I won't do it because I am interested in this place's history. One of the reasons why I am tolerating you right now." He raised his hands and moved it from side to side, the claw also followed this movement.

Galahad started to feel dizzy from all the movement that the claw was doing but he still forced himself to remain awake. He couldn't lose consciousness or else he would be failing as a duke. With his hazy gaze, he caught a glimpse of the grinning man who was moving his hands.

"I-I won't let you do whatever you want inside my territory!" Galahad still stuck to his principles.