"What are you… going to do?"
Marcius looked down at the pathetic elder of the Order of Purple Sun as the man gritted out a question.
"Oh… nothing much, and definitely not something you should be worried. It is not like I am going to harm an important and esteemed guest like you. Well, not more than I already have, that is." Marcius replied with a smile never leaving his face. At the end of his sentence, Marcius looked down at the stumped hand of the elder from where he cut off with the God Sword.
"You… you committed a great mistake today." The elder spoke with a hiss. "You dare go against the Order of Purple Sun with just your pathetic little clan. Do you think the order will let this go? The clan of Aemilia will be razed to the ground due to your actions!"
Marcius was nonplussed with the threat elder of the order was throwing at him. In reply, he smirked.