The search begins

Mingham,
The Guild house of Mingham,
30 minutes later,

Bedivere “Why the long face? What happened?” She asked as she sat down near Arthur, placing her ax on the table.

Arthur “This happened…” He responded as he gave a small nudge of his head towards the ax.

Igraine “I’m afraid we might need to give that back…”

Bedivere “WHAT!? I’m not giving Mary back! She’s mine! By law of combat!”

Arthur “Relax, we’re not giving anything back, not just yet… not until we figure out why he’s here.”

Bedivere “Who’s here?” She asked, while looking around the Guild house.

Arthur “Calvar…”

Bedivere “That doesn’t ring any bells…”

Igraine “As it should not, he wasn’t a warrior, not that I recall… his brother however…”

Bedivere “You know him Elfie?”

Igraine “I know of them, they used to work for us a long time ago, I only met them once, during the trial…”

Bedivere “Trial?”

Arthur “Yes, they were accused of **** and killing girls from the villages nearby, you should know that when a minotaur engages in sexual acts with human females, most of them either die or if they’re lucky enough will only get out of it with scars for life, Victor himself concluded the search and found the evidence needed, they both pleaded innocent and the trial lasted for months, until Calvar’s idiotic brother decided he had enough of it, demanding a trial by combat…”

Bedivere “Ohhh! Yeah! I almost forgot you still do those… So? What happened?”

Arthur “He challenged Victor, the one who raised the evidence against him… a foolish decision, there is no hope when fighting the shadow of Camelot, Victor humiliated him in duel that lasted for about an hour, only because Victor wanted to mock him in front of half the population of Camelot before cutting limb from limb….”

Bedivere “So? Why are we scared of his lesser brother?”

Arthur “Because his brother lived, even after Victor was done with him, a favor by God himself, he called it, so my father had no other option but to let him live, he banished him from our country, last thing I know is that he was still around, in hiding… somewhere…”

Igraine “Needless to say their hatred of Camlet only grew… If by some miracle Calvar finds out who Art is … His brother would come rushing…”

Arthur “And that is what we need to avoid…”

Bedivere “So if they were both banished how come this Calvar can roam free?”

Arthur “Guild article 71:3. A sanctuary ward is given to those who enroll, as long as they can abide by the Guild’s decree.”

Zahar “Now… Isn’t this an interesting conversation,” Zahar replied as he stood on a chair, two tables away from them.

Arthur(Thinking) “Fuck! How long has he been here!? How did I not notice him!? How much has he heard!?”

Zahar “Pardon my intrusion, I merely came only to offer advice…”

Igraine “Please, anything that might help would be… helpful..”

Zahar stands up from his chair and walks towards them.

Zahar “The code is the law, break it and the law will break you.”

Bedivere “That’s it?”

Arthur “Thank you.”

Zahar “Don’t worry darling, your secret is safe with me,” Zahar whispered in Arthur’s ear sending a chill down his spine.

Bedivere “Huh!?” She replied, confused while moving her head back and forth at Arthur and Zahar.

Igraine “What do we do now?”

Arthur “Stay here until I get back, and I mean exactly here, I do not know when Calvar will attack, probably not at the moment and definitely he will not risk anything more than a brawl in here,” Arthur spoke as he got up from his chair.

Bedivere “No problem with me, I’m gonna go get some drinks, Elfie, wine? Red? White?”

Igraine “I’ve had enough to drink today… none for me, thank you.”

Bedivere “White it is.”

Igraine “Ahh… She just doesn’t listen does she?”

Arthur “Guess not, I think this is good for you, wind up a bit, *He leans over* Remember, you’re not the Queen right now, you’re Elfie, you don’t need to be stoic and stern all the time, take a break, have some fun, but not too much fun…” He whispered, winking at her.

Igraine(Thinking) “Ahhhh… He’s probably right, too much time I have spent only seeing the stone walls of that damned castle…”

Arthur leaves the Guild.

Arthur’s POV

Arthur(Thinking) “At the moment, Calvar’s target is probably me, not my mother nor Bedivere, even though she has the ax and she’s the one who took it from his goons. He won’t touch them until he defeats me, in order to show that he’s the better male and claim his “prize”, tauren’s are like that … too prideful… and Calvar is no exception… even though his brother is… Now, on other matters… Zahar definitely knows something, or at least he’s suspecting Calvar of something…. Otherwise he wouldn’t have said that… Guess I’ll need to find the RedCoat’s hideout… Mhhhmmm… *He spots two members of the RedCoat guild wearing their sigil and their lavish red coats* This is going to be far easier than I thought it will be… ”

50 minutes later,

Arthur(Thinking) “The forge? I guess they’re tracking down the spots where Bedivere was….”

Igraine&Bedivere POV

Bedivere “Woah! Woah! Slow down there Elfie…”

Igraine “Ahhhh! This is so goood! Huck! Pardon!” With a blushed face and an empty glass in her hand Igraine leans on the table, smooshing her chest on the table.

Bedivere “How long has it been?”

Igraine “Long enough… Hugh! Pardon!”

Bedivere “You don’t need to say pardon every time you burp, Elfie, although I find it cute…”

Igraine “At least someone finds me cute… Hugh!”

???? “Excuse me ladies, I don’t mean to intrude, but can me and the lads buy you another round?”

Igraine “More drinks!”

Bedivere “No! No more drinks, *Bedivere takes the empty glass from Igraine’s hand* Buzz off!” Bedivere spoke, while looking at the three men in front of her with malice behind her eyes.

The man raises his hands up and slowly backs off.

Bedivere “You should’ve told me you’re a soft drinker Elfie… and I’m sorry to say that you’re the first elven girl I meet that gets drunk this easily…”

Igraine “I’m not drunk! Huck! Pardon!”

Bedivere “Yeah… sure you’re not, come on let’s get you up.”

Igraine “Wha!? Where are we going?”

Bedivere “I have a feeling that what went in is about to come out, come on, up we go!”

Igraine “Huck!”

Arthur’s POV

Tristan “How many times do you want me to repeat myself? I told you, I don’t know.”

???? “But she did…*He turns his gaze back, noticing Arthur entering the forge* We will continue this conversation another time, let’s go,” the man spoke while with a gentle nod of his head towards the door, indicating to the other RedCoat to leave the forge.

The RedCoats leave the forge, with a disgusted look on their face gazing at Arthur before leaving.

Arthur “A pleasure to meet you as well,” he replied with a bright sarcastic smile on his face.

Arthur “Tristan, right?”

Tristan “If you’re here for a proper sword, feel free to browse around, If not, leave,” Tristan spoke as he noticed Arthur’s wooden sword.

Arthur “I’m not looking to buy anything at the moment, but it can’t hurt to look around,” Arthur responded as he started to look through a pack of short swords that were placed in a wooden bucket.

Tristan “Those are on discount, 15 silvers for all of them.”

Arthur “That’s pretty cheap…”

Tristan “Cheap prices for cheap weapons, or so the old man says…”

Arthur “What did they want?”

Tristan “That’s none of your problem…”

Arthur “Actually, it kind of is, they were asking you about someone, right? An orcish woman?”

Tristan “How do you know?” Tristan asked, slightly intrigued.

Arthur “She’s one of my companions.”

Tristan “Then, get the fuck out of here, now…”

Arthur “How do you expect me to leave after seeing something like that, in a place like this…”

Arthur spoke as he looked up, above Tristan, noticing a particular sword on display.

Tristan “That is not for sale…”

Arthur “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen one of those…”

Tristan “This is a remnant of a time long passed, how does someone like you know what that is? Stop lying to me and get the fuck out of here…”

Arthur(In Japanese) “A blessing for the living, flowers for the dead, as we deliver the punishment of righteousness upon all injustice…”

Tristan(In Japanese) “So we could join at the altar of the saints…”

Tristan “How do you know this? Who sent you here!?”

Arthur “You should probably hide that,” Arthur replied as he turned his back and waved goodbye to Tristan.

Tristan turns around and looks up at the katana.

Gently moving his hand towards it.

Tristan,
7 years old,
Unknown Location,

An orc walks in within the room, holding a knife in one hand, a striking figure among orcs, defying the traditional perception of his kin. Standing at about 6 feet tall, his build is noticeably lean and sinewy, with a wiry musculature that emphasizes agility over brute strength. His greenish-gray skin is adorned with various tribal tattoos, revealing a life filled with countless battles and hardships.

With eyes sharp and menacing. He has piercing, predatory yellow eyes that seem to radiate malevolence. A long, angular face is framed by a shaggy mane of dark, matted hair that falls just above his shoulders. His lower jaw juts out slightly, giving him an almost perpetually sinister grin. His prominent, tusk-like canines only add to his fearsome appearance.

???? “The body must obey the will, hunger and thirst, even the blood in your veins are the bodies of weakness, *He forcefully cuts his palm with the knife, the children of all various races, predominantly human, look at him in terror* Master them, and you master yourself, *He raises his cut palm, before closing it swiftly, followed by inaudible whispers* This is the power of the Kisaki clan, *He raised his cut hand up, it was as if it the cut never existed* Eat tonight and you will work twice as hard tomorrow,” He spoke while looking at the children in a vile and grotesque manner.

The orc leaves the room.

All the children look at the small ball of soup in front of them.

One of the children at the table began eating, more of them started to do the same.

With a saddened and melancholic look, Tristan looks in front of him at a young elven girl, with blue eyes and the cutest of faces, long and lavish golden hair, she starts eating as well, with small head nudges indicating to Tristan to do the same.

Tristan looks at the small ball of soup.

Buck “What are you doing?”

Tristan “Ahhh! Nothing, have you taken your medication?”

Buck “Ehhh! *He brushes it off as if it was nothing* Heat up some water for me, my back is starting to hurt again,” The old man spoke as he left the room.

Tristan “Of course father.”

Igraine&Bedivere POV

Igraine “Guhhhhhhhhh!”

Igraine was standing on all fours with her head above the toilet seat, as Bedivere was standing beside her, holding her hair in place.

Bedivere “Atta girl! Get it all out!”

Bedivere(Thinking) “Before he comes and sees you like this…”

Bedivere(Thinking) “Hmmm… Can’t say that I hate seeing you in a position like this…”

Bedivere let's go of Igraine's hair and moves her rough hand around Igraine’s smooth thigh, massaging it up and down, slowly and gently.

She works her hand slightly up, smoothly caressing Igraine’s thigh, before reaching her cheeks, grabbing tight to Igraine's ass, while moving her other hand towards her own crotch.

Bedivere(Thinking) “Ahhh… Elfie…the things I want to do to you…”

Bedivere slides a finger delicately into her craving cunt, grabbing more tightly Igraine’s smooth bubble ass with the other hand.

Wet and sloppy sounds start echoing through the bathroom stall as Bedivere pushes her rough finger into her wet pussy even harder and harder.

Bedivere “Mppf~ Ahh..! Hnngh.”

Bedivere moves her hand slowly from Igraine’s cheeks towards her pussy, attempting to move her white silk panties to the side.

Igraine “What are you… Guhhhhhhhhh!”

Bedivere “Ahhh…. Way to ruin my mood, Elfie….”

Arthur’s POV

Arthur(Thinking) “Now… where did those two go?” Arthur asked himself as his eyes started gleaming in blue mana.