All my plans were in vain. I walked down the street in a huff, furious. I was going to get a good night's sleep today and get rid of all the trolls. But at three o'clock, several of the old No. 1s broke the veil. I felt it right away, and then I woke up. They weren't too strong, except for one of them. So instead of sleeping, I drove to the place where the curtain was broken. From there I tried to track down eight intruders by magical means.

Unfortunately, they went straight to my capital. They took a circuitous route, apparently trying to avoid anyone who would come from the city to check the breach. This does not change the fact that they entered my territory without permission to challenge me.

Now they're hiding somewhere in my city, apparently looking for those two women.

I walked along the canal in the lake towards the city center, bent on getting some answers from the troll chieftain. At least that's what I want to do, when I notice a red dot flashing on the sidewalk. My iris narrowed into slits and became inhumane to change their visual spectrum. So following the laser sight to the window on the second floor across the street is no big deal. And the man who was aiming at me.

My eyes widened. "You're kidding me!"

He pulled the trigger, and I screamed, jumping from the railing into the canal. The world exploded and I felt like my eardrums were bursting. As I slid down the steep slope towards the frozen canal, there was dust and debris everywhere. At least I can't see the rocket launcher now! Where the hell did they get the rocket launchers? I'm not a tank. Although I admit that they didn't underestimate me, it was a big point for them. Another question is how do they learn to look for whom? This brings me back to the damn trolls.

Lying on the ice, I pulled out my pistol and aimed it at the slope, ignoring the screaming people and cars. If a human being is good at one thing, then it will go into a panic. When I tried to stand up, I realized that my left foot had been shredded. Oh my God, it hurts!

Making a split-second decision, I unleashed my magic and slammed it on the ice once, twice, and a third time, creating a hole big enough to pull myself into the water. The current grabbed my body and pulled me away. The cold shocked me, but it had the added effect of numbing pain. A few seconds later, I felt the shock wave of another explosion. The blue ice above the canal was shivering, and long cracks appeared.

But the current pulled me farther than the attackers expected.

I closed my eyes, silently counted to twenty, and let the water do the work for me. Once I reached this magic number, I pulled my fist back and threw an upward punch to lock my fingers in the ice. This time it's harder to create a hole. Underwater I had to deal with more friction and the ice was thick. After a few punches, the ice cube succumbed to my unconscious savagery, and I pulled myself back to the surface and took a deep breath.

In the distance, I could hear the sirens and realized that the current was taking me about 50 meters downstream, back to the lake. I pulled myself out of the water and limped up the slope. Yesterday was my leg too. Am I cursed?

Back on the street, I ignored the lady who gasped at the sight of me. She would have definitely called for help, but by then I would have been gone. Walking along the parking space, I chose the first old car I could find. The new anti-theft electronics are too cumbersome. At some point, I'm going to have to spend time learning to steal newer models.

The Peugeot 206 is an older model. All that is required to open the door is the bracket of the door mechanism that flips the door mechanism with a little telepathy. With the right tools, it won't take a human mechanic any longer. Sometimes I have a feeling that these cars are destined to be stolen.

I sat in the driver's seat as if it were my own car, and then tore off the plastic cover of the ignition. After cursing the man who made a rat nest with wires, I finally found the right person and started the car. In the blink of an eye, I left the parking space and walked in the direction of the traffic jam towards the place where I had been attacked. Sad, I noticed that the car was ready to go to the dump. The coupling was overrun, so I guess the owner must be a woman.

My gaze swept to the pink stuffed animal grinning at me. I flicked it with my finger and it squeaked. I noticed a strong smell of perfume. Definitely a woman. Maybe I should have staggered a few meters. At least the air conditioning worked well. This is one thing that always works in a woman's car. I turned the heat up to maximum and sighed.

I went back to the attack site to smell the attacker's magic. I'm not interested in those stunned humans because I spend my time driving past the large number of police officers and firefighters who are called in. Police have driven people further away and put plastic tape on them to keep everyone away from abandoned rocket launchers. There is no indication that anything supernatural is happening here, so I let them exist and preserve my power.

Instead, I focused on the remnants of magic left behind by the person who fired the rocket at me. He must have crossed the road to launch the second rocket. So, just by following the traffic, I passed through his trail. I recognized the signature as belonging to one of the eight intruders.

Slowly circling around the block, I narrowed the direction in which he was fleeing. Everyone who uses magic leaves behind something like residual radiation. I do my best to keep my magic to a minimum so that I can't be tracked down so easily. My intruders don't follow that policy. I can tell that they often use magic freely, even in small things. So it's even more mysterious that they found me. The Troll Chief must have given them a very detailed description of me, as well as hints that I would most likely find him.

The Ministry of Transportation is just a few houses down the street, so it makes sense to be ambushed here. With their number, they easily blocked all the routes I could have taken.

The strange thing is that I don't feel like anyone else. Did they cancel the attack and flee in a different direction? Or did someone else just stay in their hiding place?

It was my turn to enter a residential area off the beaten track. The people here mostly work during the day and don't have shops, so all I get is a few scattered individual customers.

When I crossed the trail again, I knew I was close. I took a break and turned around and walked down the street. It leads out of the city, over a field and into another residential area. I stuck to the speed limit and waited for my time until I recognized the clothes of one of the random pedestrians. I caught up with him in a small wooden garden between two residential areas.

He walked on the sidewalk as if there was no problem at all. The fact that I opened concentric circles to narrow his course made him go very far.

As I picked up, I put the pedal on the metal and turned the wheel towards him. The slightly elevated sidewalk is a problem, but I don't care because the car will bump and puncture.

I grinned and hit him as he turned around. He was catapulted into my car and flipped over twice like a broken doll. I stopped, and then I looked at him in the mirror to make sure I hadn't bumped into a poor person who looked similar. I don't have nightmares, but I have no reason to maim a corpse while the real target escapes.

When he twitched and tried to get to his knees, I knew I had picked the right one. I reversed and reversed. When I passed him completely, the car squashed him with a good "ba-dumb", "ba-dumb". Then I drove forward, aiming at his legs, ignoring the screams. I didn't scream when he tore my legs. At least I don't think I did. Now the memory is a little blurry, with all the pain.

When he was aligned with the driver's seat, I stopped and opened the door. Hard. The door that slammed into his head made a rather wonderful sound.

Then I pulled out my pistol and aimed it at the whimpering man without leaving the car. "Why are you here, and who are you?"

He ignored my questions and I shot where it didn't matter. Just to illustrate. "Why are you here, and who are you?"

When I shot again, his hands were flailed, and he screamed, "You madman—"

I shoot.

"I'm talking! Are you deaf!? He screamed again.

It does sound a bit stuffy. I yawned, pulled out my ear, and pulled out a clotted ball of blood. I completely forgot that the explosion blew up my eardrums. "Repeat."

"We're here to find Sister Harmon! They're hiding in your territory! I'm TetrachHammon, and you and your territory are fucking - ah! ”

I shot him again, thinking about the two women who had been hiding from their own people. With all the odd family situations, who should I judge? The fact remains that they entered my territory without permission. I'm a little out of the old society, but there are ways to reach me. It would be nice to raise your head a little.

True, I have not answered any requests for eighty years. But these are special cases, because this is the first time in many years that someone has dared to invade in large numbers. I suppose the Harmons are located somewhere in Russia. They are a large and influential clan. So maybe they don't have all the information about how things are running on my territory. Bad information collected from their side? We are not neighbors by any means. Maybe they looked at the map and saw that my little estate was too small to be taken seriously?

Well, Austria is a little unimportant, Carinthia is even less important, but they don't even bother to look up the history of my clan, which is still painful. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel.

"Get the car off me!"

I shot him in the head. Then I drove away from him.

It took me a while and it fucking hurt, but after a while I put him in the trunk of the car. I just hope he stays long enough for me to lock him in a safe place. We elderly people can heal a lot. Only great trauma can kill us. By enormous, I mean completely burned, or split in two. Maybe he can still come in handy.

Then it took me ten minutes to change the flat tire, although I used a bit of magic to cheat. Through some heavenly intervention, the passing cars did not stop to help. I suspect that in that case they would have ignored the large blood stains on the sidewalk. Or a dent in the car. It didn't look pretty before, but now it's a wreck, even though I've cleaned up the worst with water magic.

Maybe I'll give the Troll Chief a few more days to get rid of these Hammons first. They certainly won it.