The man held a black book in his hands. His yellow eyes rapidly scanned the page. "This is a complete and total violation of my rights!" He shouted it aloud.
The words in his gospel had been wrong, incorrect, and downright insulting. He had been politely asked to wait for a military convoy alongside Ley Batenkaitos, but the boy and the military convoy were nowhere to be seen.
"It utterly flies in the face of my right to not have my time wasted." He called out to the world. He didn't care that no one was listening. He had the right to speak whenever he wanted, even if there was nobody to listen to him
"Where are they? This is against my right to know." The extremely ordinary-looking man pushed his gospel back into his coat.
"AHH!" He reached down and grabbed onto some of the dirt at his feet. "This violates my rights!" With an angry motion, he slammed all the dirt in his hand down into the ground.
"Bishop Corneas," A soft voice called out from behind him, "Please calm down,"
"REALLY?" The Bishop flipped around, his judgment clouded by anger. "WHAT LET'S YOU VIOLATE MY RIGHTS?" He raised his empty palm to the sky and brought his arm down. A shockwave of wind burst from his arm and screamed toward the pale young-looking woman who stood there.
The platinum-haired Witch smiled, at his actions. Her hair fluttered about with a ghostly wind. She walked toward him as if she hadn't noticed his attack.
The woman's smile reminded him of his mother's. A chill ran down the man's spine, and for a brief second, for the first time in over a century, he felt cold.
Her smile left his heart roiling with emotions. He didn't know whether to be outraged, to accept her with open arms, or to just feel scared.
A second later the woman's smile was cut in two. Her body was split right down the middle as his attack cleaved her cleanly. The two halves fell opposite each other. Blood and viscera splashed out as the woman collapsed.
The man's anger barely subsided as he looked down at her corpse. Her smile had not left her face for even a moment. And each of her eyes still possessed that inviting, yet unsettling glimmer.
He finally chose one of the emotions fighting in his chest. With a snarl, he gripped his outrage and used his other arm to send another blast of wind into the woman's body. Once his attack landed her corpse burst into bloody pulp.
"Ha… ha… ha…" After it was done, he panted. His shoulders rose and fell rhythmically.
However, his angered breathing was soon interrupted. "Bishop Corneas," A small hand patted him softly on the back. His eyelids pulled back as she grabbed him.
"It's alright Bishop Corneas. There is nothing to worry about." All emotion drained from his face, and he simply felt calm spread through him. If he was in his normal, completely correct, state of mind he would've felt violated by her actions.
But he wasn't in his normal state of mind, so he didn't resist further platinum-haired woman gently pulled him down to his knees.
"You're safe. I'm not going to violate your rights." She ran her hand through the white hair atop his head, and pulled his head into her chest. Her chest beat with warmth and fondness as the unsettling nature of her smile melted away and was replaced with a maternal nature.
"Thank you, Pandora-sama," Was all the ordinary-looking man could say as the pale Witch calmed him down.
"Your gospel was incorrect this time, but that isn't your fault, or anyone's fault. There is no one to blame." The woman grasped onto her Authority and caressed his heart. She used it to keep his anger from boiling over.
"Of course, Pandora-sama," He responded, his voice stripped of its anger, resentment, and hatred, all thanks to her Authority.
"I have to go now, Regulus-kun," Pandora said, using a far more familiar way of referring to him. She only used honorifics with a select few people.
The ordinary man with his mind calmer in her presence, realized that he had no idea what the Witch's criteria were. Maybe she just chose based on who she liked, but the man believed there was another reason for it.
However, he knew that he would never figure out what it was, as he was about to fall back into his anger. He wasn't unhappy about that at all, but he still knew he wouldn't care about her use of names in that state.
"Alright, Pandora-sama," He stood back up and felt his righteous fury return to him.
"I'm sorry if I violated your right to private time with this, Regulus-kun, goodbye." With that final word the woman disappeared. Right after she did the incredibly normal-looking man tossed a volley of dirt at the spot where she had been.
"Damned Witch, taking the time out of my day, without my consent. To take away from my privacy as the most satisfied existence, truly disgusting, truly horrible, truly tyrannical." The man stewed in his own rage for a few minutes before he noticed his gospel calling to him. It only did this after it had been updated.
It was an odd feeling in the man's stomach. He hated it with a passion. If the book didn't provide him knowledge of the future he would have tossed it away long ago.
"Violating my right to stand and enjoy nature in peace, damn book." He pulled the tome out of his coat with an imperious hand.
"Mmh," He grunted as he read the new words, then reluctantly he set off to follow the instructions which had been provided to him.