Sheridan Estate - Small Mishap

Two hours later, the young mage awoke on a cot in a room smelling of stale blood and burnt flesh. Groaning a little as he sat up, Luca stretched his oddly sore muscles. After learning that, after the System had activated [Devour] as he'd asked, he now had 58 souls in his collection, he questioned the System's math and asked for clarification. He was told that the Lv. 3 Warrior had reached a stage where his soul was worth 5 regular souls, a status that was spread throughout the level system of Andor. Getting to his feet, he began making his way to the infirmary exit. Several of the patients he passed by thanked him as he went by, which Luca recognized as the guards he'd rescued on the way to the estate. He told them that he was happy that they'd survived and were recovering.

The white-haired lad calmly walked through the empty barracks that connected to the infirmary, during which time he discovered his sidearm was missing, holster and all. He subconsciously growled, irritable that someone took his weapon without his permission. Reasonably sure it would have to be one of the Sheridan family, he increased his pace, almost slamming the barracks door open and startling the two guards stationed outside. Before they could speak, he coldly asked, "Where is your archery range?" The dangerous feeling they got from Luca, along with the recognition of him as a powerful being from his battle record earlier, made them almost immediately tell him that it was on the eastern side of the barracks, about 300m away.

As Luca marched his way over, he spotted servants, slaves, and guardsmen working to clear up what remained of the battle. Fires were put out in short order, several carts of bodies and debris moved around and the damaged fortifications were being repaired. More people thanked him, which he kindly responded to, making sure not to give off the feeling of anger to those not involved, though he did fail to do so earlier at the barracks.

Near the archery range, Luca could hear several voices arguing, one of which sounded like a young man, maybe a few years older than himself. The young mage spotted the source as a late-teens-early-twenties male dressed up in what could be considered fancy clothes for the frontier, not to mention he had a face that gave off the impression of a pretty boy. This man was angrily trying to get Luca's precious Silver Eagle to fire. It seemed he had tried to have several of his men attempt to use it, and when they all failed, he tried himself.

One of the young noble's servants noticed the young lad coming, and tried to warn their young master to stop, only to be scolded in response.

At this moment, Luca arrived, looking thoroughly displeased as he said with a deadpan tone, "May I have my weapon back, young master Sheridan?"

Without so much as turning his head, the teen snapped, "I'm not done with it yet!" The bratty noble was so self-centered that he didn't even notice Luca's irritable aura growing worse.

One of the servants, the one from before, attempted to placate him, "Young master Bryce, please, be wise and honorable. The young hero has come to request his weapon back."

Hearing the servant's words, Bryce turned on his heel and tried to bash him on the head with the pistol, proclaiming loudly, "Shut up!" However, as he did so, a younger boy stood in front of his intended victim, taking the blow to his left forearm and causing the smaller boy to wince, knowing it would bruise. "What are you doing, peasant?"

Having taken a good solid whack to the arm, Luca was mentally restraining himself as he spoke blandly, "What are you doing with my weapon, without my consent?"

A very smug look crossed Bryce's face, "You're just a servant. Since when was this yours? This is my weapon, why would I need your consent?"

Eye twitching with pure irritation, the white-haired lad moved before the servant from before could speak and gave the bratty noble a strong punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of him before grabbing the Silver Eagle from Bryce's hands before he could recover. By the time the noble scion caught his breath and was about to yell in rage, he felt a cold metal object against his head. He heard a very cold voice, "Care to repeat yourself, young master?"

Somehow too stupid to realize his current situation, Bryce yelled, "The fuck are you doing, slave!?" Looking Luca in the eyes, he growled, "I'll have your head for this.

Without so much as breaking eye contact, the white-haired boy silently moved the firearm to, unblinkingly, shoot the teenager in the foot with a Non-Elemental PMB. As the noble brat screamed in agony and the servants all turned white from shock, Luca took a step forward and once again placed the gun barrel to Bryce's head. His voice much colder than before, Luca continued, "I am not a slave, nor am I a servant. You'd best remember that, or my next shot will go through your skull. Am I clear?"

The sounds of pain and terror formed the core emotions of Bryce's weak response, "Y-ye-yes sir..."

"Good. And, just so you know, don't try and talk about me behind my back. I am a Mage, after all." Satisfied just a little by the pale face of Bryce, Luca holstered his firearm and asked the servant with a mild smile, "Where are my companions?" After receiving directions to the location of his caravan leader, who was in a meeting with the Sheridan family leader and the guard captain, the young mage thanked the servant before making his way to the keep, leaving the servants to deal with their unruly charge's injury.