Galahad felt his heart race, realising he was about to shoot at the next king of Britain. Kingsman would beco King killer then. But it was his overconfidence that he could even scratch Magnus.
"W-Why did you shoot him?" Galahad asked.
Magnus put the gun away, "Hmm, tell , who is the wizard that works for your agency? Did he help you get the ntal shields against Legilincy? I must say, they were weak. Anyway, I shot him because I looked through both of your minds.
"I'd be the biggest fool in the universe if I let two spies enter my ho without looking into your heads, I can just never trust folks with your background. And I was absolutely right."
"DOBBY!" Magnus loudly but kindly called for the clumsy house-elf.
*POP* "Mr Pendragon, do you need sothing?" .
"Yes, can you go and bring the Pensieve for ?" he ordered.
"Easy peasy, sir." Dobby vanished and returned after a few minutes.
Magnus walked to it, "You think you people are so up and above the law, the protector of peace and whatnot. Then tell , why did your ntor have a cara attached to his umbrella? And why did he put that listening device in the flower pot?"
He waved his wand and imdiately a small device flew into his hand all the way from the flower pot on the side table.
"Do you want to know what I saw in his head? A TRAITOR! He was allying with many of those your organisation is ant to destroy. Many tis he releases information that results in the failure of missions. And the biggest part, he is allied with the Soviets.
"Co, watch it then," Magnus said and pulled out a string of mories from his temples. He put it in the Pensieve.
Galahad ca closer and looked down. Magnus knew he didn't know about it, so he just grabbed his head and pushed it into the liquid. All the images and scenes flashed in front of his eyes and he truly saw his ntor being a traitor.
"HAA..." He fell back, first ti using a Pensieve was like this. Magnus ignored him and put the string in a small vial, "Here, take this and bring it to your organisation. And tell them, you people are suspended from doing anything from now on. You can only resu your work after a thorough audit by my people, both ntally and physically. And you must sign the docunts to have governnt or Imperial foresight over the agency.
"I will not allow a spy agency to freely run amock without having to answer to anybody. You must have an authority that approves you."
Galahad, however, shot back, "You run a spy agency."
Magnus looked him in the eye, "Tell what my official title is? I am the authority who oversees it. Do you know why? because as the soon to be King, I am guaranteed to have the best interests of the country in mind. What about you? A civilian, whose sense of patriotism can change with the amount of money being thrown at the face, as seen with your ntor."
"He's right," Ragnar approved.
Bobby anwhile was for the first ti hearing about this spy agency, "Kingsman? Aren't they tailors?"
Galahad knew very well what Magnus was saying was right. So he took the vial, "What about the body?"
"You will get it in your tailor shop," Magnus replied.
With that, Galahad was off. He went as quickly as possible to report to the upper managent. But he had no idea whom he could even trust at this point.
...
Once that was done, Magnus again greeted Bobby. "Hey, my brother. Let's eat sothing. Abe must have made sothing already."
Bobby was taken aback though, how quickly Magnus went from killing soone to talking about eating. "Mag... are you all right? You... you just killed a man."
Magnus sighed and took a seat, "A spy, who wanted to bug my ho so he can soday control with my secrets. It was treason, death was de-facto punishnt by law."
"B-but... don't you feel weird?" Bobby asked. He was a civilian, he had not seen much violence in his life, and it was right to say that Bobby was actually the normal one here. Magnus and Ragnar were crazy.
Magnus nodded, "I guess... you're right. Bobby, I'm ntally f*cked up right now. I killed a thousand werewolves, who are nothing but humans with a dical condition. I initially felt bad... but if I am to feel broken after every life I take then it will break before I achieve my goals."
"But, you are right. I am growing too uncaring to human life as I beco powerful. Now I think I understand how many dictators in history were able to commit mass atrocities. It was because they felt invincible, above everything."
Ragnar agreed with his evaluation. Showing a rare show of sad emotions, he sat down on the couch with a sigh, "We're both f*cked up, man. But... we have monsters like Voldemort after us, if we act like little fluffy kids then... we will lose. Mum, dad and you too, Bobby. Everyone will be in danger."
"Yup, Voldemort is a monster, Bobby. He dreams of taking over the world and enslaving all of humanity as servants with no rights. A man with such dreams, he deserves all the pain in the universe." Magnus added.
Bobby nodded and understood. "Well, I don't know what Voldemort looks like or..."
"Here you go, this is his portrait." Magnus took out the paper quickly.
Bobby unfolded it and looked, "HOLY F*CK!" He threw it in an instant, "H-How can this thing be real. This is like... a monster from the nightmares."
Magnus chuckled, "Yes, and we have to fight him."
Bobby was quick to support Magnus, "Mag, I understand, sotis to defeat monsters you have to beco one. You just tell how can I help. F*ck, if you need nukes I can arrange it. Just kill this thing."
Magnus and Ragnar laughed. Ragnar patted his shoulder, "We're trying to do that."
"That's why I have a new policy now," Magnus interjected.
"What is that?" Bobby and Ragnar asked together.
"Gandhi said, an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. Well, I say, an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind and that's why you blind both eyes in one strike." Magnus quoted.
"DAMN RIGHT! Oh, by the way, I have a question," Ragnar started, "British colonised a quarter of the world for new spices, then why don't we use more spices in our food now? I an, even what we do use is not enough for , I want more."
Magnus shrugged, "How would I know that? I love spicy food. Mum has been making spicy food since I was small. But I do see many people here who don't like it."
"I have an answer to that," Bobby spoke. Magnus and Ragnar listened to him carefully.
"Well, the main reason why there is a lack of high level of spices in our food is due to him." Bobby pointed at Magnus.
Shocked, Magnus stepped back, "What the hell, ? How? I'm just a teenager."
"Well, not you, the royal family and the nobles. You see, tolerance to spices is not sothing that happens with just one generation. It requires many generations for people's palates to change.
"And, in the old tis, spices were seen as luxurious commodities, this ant that they were costly, even in tis when there was an abundance, their prices didn't drop much. Heck, I think so kings were gifted pepper as gifts in important events in old tis.
"So you can see that spices were gatekept. Only now with the advent of modern world and industrialisation, everything beca cheaper and people started to eat more spices." Bobby explained.
Magnus nodded, "Hmm, I hope I can add spicy food to royal cuisine in the palace later."
"You'll be the king, you can do anything," Ragnar said.
"Then... I will ban chicken." Magnus replied, taking a jibe at Ragnar.
As expected, like an angry cat, Ragnar got up, "I DARE YOU! I will feed you a potion that will make you hate pancakes then."
Bobby, sitting in the middle of them chuckled, "Hehe, I hope the third Grant one isn't crazy like these two."
...
Magnus' days were fairly simple. He went to the hospital regularly to et Grace and also oversee the decorations and prepared for the inauguration.
Currently, the television channels were silently told to start showing news and propaganda about Magnus, his family and also the hospital.
Many interviews were taken by news reporters, these were people from Magnus' childhood. The televisions were full of it.
...
[Interviewee: Oh, yes, I was Mr Pendragon's teacher in his elentary school. everyone called Mrs Jones. He even ntioned in an interview.
Reporter: Oh yes, I rember. He said you were grumpy, but very nice.]
[A 13-year-old was being interviewed: I'm Robin, he called a bully in an interview. Sorry, Magnus.]
[A man in a tracksuit was also interviewed: I was Mr Pendragon's PE teacher. He was very good physically.
Reporter: Oh, aren't you that Mr Jas NTR? Who was after the French teacher and wanted to impress her. How did it go?
The man turned sad: Well, she married the English language teacher. They have a kid now nad Midfingz that I teach in this school.
Reporter: Oof... anyway, that was Reporter Cucky with caraman Inbredz from BBC news.]
...
Magnus' Mansion,
"PFFFFT... WHAT THE...!" Magnus, watching the news from his ho sprayed the tea he was drinking.
"AHAHAHA..." Ragnar was on the ground laughing.
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