PTSD

After having her voice healed, Kahono suddenly burst out into song drawing everyone's attention to her. But by that point Grim had already peaced the fuck out. Like seriously, what kind of person spontaneously bursts out into song in a crowded area? That shit was too weird for Grim to handle so he quickly and quietly got the fuck out of there while everyone was distracted.

'Fucking weirdos.'

Stuffing his hands into his pockets and turning away, he whistled to himself as he explored the nearby stalls.

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Listening to the performers and buying food from the stalls, Grim spent most of his time playing games and winning prizes. By the time he was finished he could barely carry everything. In all honesty most of the games required the participants to have a decent degree of mana control, for someone like Grim whose mana control was refined to the point of being able to solo a mage using spirit magic, the stall games were more or less child's play. As for the games that didn't rely on mana control like the shooting games, all he had to do was show off his technical skills in order to win the biggest prizes.

'What the hell am I doing?'

Walking around with a giant teddy bear hanging off his neck, Grim's current appearance definitely didn't resemble that of a powerful magic knight that had just crushed three magic knight squads a couple of days prior.

Speaking of crushed magic knights, while he was walking around the area he accidently bumped into two familiar faces causing a commotion.

"How dare you serve a filthy peasant before me! Are you looking down on us nobles?!"

"Ohohoho, don't bully the commoners brother you might catch something."

Standing in the distance, Grim watched as a cocky silver haired male and female with really shitty hairstyles bullied a cowering stall owner out of food.

"What was the sentence for offending nobility again sister?" The silver haired male asked with a crooked smile.

"Why death of course."

"D-Death." The stall owner stuttered.

"Ah yes, death. Quite lenient if you ask me." The silver haired male said as he raised his hand.

"Now now brother." The silver haired woman interrupted. "Make sure not to get any blood on us, I'm afraid that even if we sold everything this man owned it wouldn't be capable of paying to get the stains removed."

Smirking at his sister's comment, the silver haired noble prepared to cast a spell. In the eyes of the nobles a single commoner's life was worth even less than the food they consumed on the daily.

But just as he was about to dispatch the stall owner, an all to familiar voice made its way into his ears causing him to freeze.

"Wow, your assess must really be jealous of the large amount of shit that comes out of your mouths."

"WHAT!! Who dares to-" Unlike her brother, the silver haired woman didn't recognize the voice until both she and her brother turned to look at the side.

"Y-YOU!!"

"Wassup my royal bitches." Grim smirked and waved.

Startled by Grim's sudden appearance, cold sweat appeared on the faces of the two Silva siblings as Solid lowered his raised and started walking backwards slowly.

"W-Why are you here." Nebra's voice shook as she felt rooted to the ground. Every instinct was screaming to run! Run as far away as possible without looking back. Ever since their last encounter during the Decoration Ceremony, the smile Grim had on his face while smashing her face into the ground had etched itself deep into her memories. Suffering from countless nightmares and being forced to wear bandages around her faces for several months one end caused a shadow of fear to seep into the deepest corners of her heart.

"Why can't I be here? Its a festival right?" With a gentle smile on his face, Grim started closing in on the two of them.

"I-I." Nebra stuttered still frozen in place with shaky legs.

"You what?" Grim asked tilting his head coming closer.

With every step he took, Nebra and Solid found it harder and harder to breath as their faces were drenched in sweat and their bodies felt like they were becoming heavier by the second. It was as if every step was as loud as thunder as the siblings found themselves trembling from fear. For the second time in their lives the two understood what it meant to be weak. Despite having the status of nobility, in the face of such overwhelming power they might as well of been ants. Insignificant creatures that could be trampled on without the person even realizing that they had just killed a sentient being. He was a beast, a bloodthirsty monster that did not care for the rules or traditions of this kingdom. From the moment he arrived in the capital, cracks had started to form in the Clover Kingdom's hierarchy.

Not even realizing that he had was standing right besides her, Nebra's eyes went wide as he started to speak.

"What are you doing?"

"I-I."

"Bitches don't have the right to stand in my presence." Placing his hand on her shoulder, Nebra felt as if an entire palace hand been dropped on her.

"KNEEL."

*BANG!!*

In front of her brother and the surrounding commoners, the prideful and arrogant Nebra Silva dropped to her knees with her head hung down low.

"Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me." She pleaded as memories of the Decoration Ceremony flooded her mind.

"Sssshhh." He shushed her while retaining his innocent smile. "As long as you remember your place we won't have a problem understand?"

[A/n: For those who think Grim is a good person... He's not.]

"Y-Yes." She said weakly.

"Good, good, now what is your place?"

"Beneath you."

"And what are you?"

"I..."

Seeing her fall silent, the edges of Grim's lips started to rise.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

Even though her head was down and she had no way of telling what expression he had on his face, Nebra's instincts told her he was smiling. And that smile made her body numb.

"I'm... I'm a bitch."

Hearing admit to it caused Grim to burst out into a fit of joyful laughter as his sadistic side was starting to show. Knowing that he had broken such an arrogant woman gave him a sense of pleasure that rivaled his urge to fight and crush his enemies.

"Pffthahahahahah that's right! You're nothing but a lowly bitch! So what if you're a royal! In front of me this is all you can ever aspire to be! A lowly bitch that kneels before her betters! And you!" He turned his attention to a terrified Solid who had fallen on his ass.

"You must really have thought you were hot shit just a minute ago right?"

"I-

"Did I say you could answer?" Releasing some of his killing intent, Solid's face warped into something unrecognizable as he felt a dangerous pressure lock onto him.

But just before Grim could take another step towards him, he suddenly stopped.

"...Did you just piss yourself?"