"That woman-!"

Belfeban cursed himself as he was listening to the radio, he wasn't one of modernity and thus could only keep track of the events in the city through the old radio he kept with him. Though it was the most effective means as it avoided him possibly revealing his location supposedly based on what Ymir had told him... or tried to explain.

"To think she would get so much attention already!"

She didn't bother hiding herself... No, she did hide herself, but it was all too clear that it was her for her servant wasn't hidden from eyesight. The simple detailing of a 'woman in white holding onto a massive blade flying through the air' was clearly saber. He couldn't imagine 2 servants with such description in the war. And it seemed as though rider had nearly caught her was it not for another shadowy figure... But to think that she wouldn't care about eyewitnesses who would be able to record and confirm what they had seen.

"The church was certainly on the case, but I can't imagine the trouble this will bring us!"

The church would hide this, certainly they should be able to even if it'll take a while. The issue would be that the church would certainly take this badly towards Ymir, which if they ever learned he was to be allied with her then it would as well result in a danger on his life!

"I shouldn't have made that contract with her!"

And now he would certainly be unable to run away due to the contract, he would certainly be in danger if he remained. It was something that he wanted to avoid yet it came so unexpectedly.

"Worry not."

He jumps from his seat, looking towards the source of that voice to see Ymir approaching him, along with saber by her side. Having made their residence in a small house in which was owned by old pair. They would not get in their way due to their magecraft but conversely, they would avoid making as much use or contact of them to avoid issue that might arise from it.

"As long as I breath, I will maintain my end of the bargain."

Ymir continued in an attempt to comfort her aid, but it did little to him mentally. In fact, in confirmed to him that sticking around longer would be troublesome, harmful even as her attitude showed how little she cared about his own situation.

"Belfeban. Do you know who those servants are?"

Of course, he released a stupefied 'ha?' from that question. He held no idea of how those servant appeared nor did he have an idea of their ability but before he could voice his complaints... she seemingly made a sheet of paper appear, with the appearance of both the servants she faced.

"The one of Gestalt had appeared to a musician. But I can't imagine any instrument able to take on the form of all instruments in the world. Not to mention they seemed to possess extreme luck and the ability to manipulate elements or cast spells on the level of the age of gods."

He frowned as he listened to the first's servant's detail. Even looking at the servant's appearance didn't signify anything. In fact, it gave the impression that it was a modern servant but...

"There's no such modern hero. Assuming that a sort of bard or druid then... There is to many out there. If he hides his form with proper clothes, I can't tell who it is."

Of course, he didn't know either. He wasn't a historical expert, if not he would maintain his collection properly and would be able to tell what they were at a notice... Only a few did.

"And the second is a... black knight type in a white body suit. Though the Armor seems to be able to move and be like scales, giving her ridiculous durability, lightning only seem to scratch her."

The details were too simplistic. A warrior on a demonic horse and who used a spear. There was nothing to say about them. But Belfeban was quick to pale up upon looking at this figure.

"What kind of servant is this?!"

His reaction was extreme as he even stood up on a moment's notice, holding onto the sheet with both hands on it as though wanting to tear it apart.

"These are Jormungandr's scales?! It couldn't be-"

"Impossible. If it was lighting, then there should have been actual damage."

"No damage at all!? That can't be... Then... Is it that this one fought against powerful lightning?!"

He could not wrap his head around this. He had assumed that that it was Jormungandr but if they were only slightly affected by lighting than the user had magic resistance on a scale that would require facing magic that ignore traditional resistance. If he looked closer... the outfit was closer to celtic theme. The horse was clearly a Kelpie of power, a beast truly from the age of gods unlike todays time.

"Scathach...?"

No, it lacked the crimson spear she normally held. Then the only one that could be...

"Aife?!"

He was sweating, he was panicking. Because it would explain who she was and certainly her resistance to magic... Even though it certainly wouldn't explain the scales and her horse.

"Ymir-! You shouldn't face her! She's a servant who can ki-!"

But he couldn't finish his sentence for the both of them felt it... Their bounded field being shattered. Another capable magus barging into the room, kicking the door down in instant. A woman once more standing before him.

"Ah... This sucks for you doesn't it, Ymir?"

The woman, of blonde hair and off excessively rich appearance, would seem uninterested with the man, thankfully for him as he wished to avoid being dragged furthermore into issues. But the same couldn't be said for Ymir who was forced to deal with this unpleasantry. And so Saber was already with her sword out towards the woman's neck.

"State your purpose."

And the woman's cocky attitude... seemed to have taken a minor dive.

"Ah, well... you see, I'm here to help your master kill her target."

Those words alone seemed to have had an effect on Ymir, turning to face her properly and eyeing to saber to lower her blade. The servant doing so slowly.

"Well then. With that stun you did, Gestalt is unofficially dead. As a result, you won't be able to find him so casually as before."

Ymir had attacked Gestalt's office believing he would be there, and she was right. But now that would be different as she wouldn't be able to find him till, he was willing to receive her if at all. Even then it wouldn't be a guarantee that it would be him till he attacked her in which case she was in danger now.

"I am the Second Owner of these area. My father died thus the title has now officially been transferred to me as of a few days ago. Thus, I know exactly where Gestalt is as someone who has made a contract with me to make their workshop... All that I ask in exchange, is that you kill a certain master and magus first before the mage's association police and church becomes involved."

It was clear that it meant that the mage in question, or the servant, had performed a crime of sort. By accepting this request, then she would need to make further enemy of the mage's association or the church if she is unable to perform the task quickly enough. To Belfeban, it was a stupid request to to accept as it would offer them more enemies and challenges along with dangers to deal with.

"I accept."

But he could not help but fall slump on his seat hearing Ymir's answer... her need to kill seemed to be all too great.

"Fantastic... then I suppose a contract is in order."