"Think about it..."

"Who would have the means to do such a thing, as well as the guts to actually go through with trying to kill both the Flaming Winged Enchantress, as well as the Yorkshire city's genius, while they were on the property of one of the four great families of Yorkshire city," Davies continued speaking, oblivious to her thoughts.

"..."

"... Now that you mention it, there aren't many people who could manage to accomplish that..."

"... Most people wouldn't even dare to have such a thought as soon as those terms are mentioned," Melinda muttered, her brain cogs turning at high speed as she thought something up.

"It's either one of the four great families because while I don't have a bad relationship with them, I can't rule them out,"

"Or it could be someone totally crazy and skilled enough to carry out such a task,"

"Or... It could be someone else with as much influence and power as the four great families in Yorkshire City... "

Suddenly her eyes widened with a sudden thought,

"It could be them?"

Davies had let her mind run wild trying to create whatever conjunction it could come up with, without interrupting her, but his eyes gleamed when she seemed to have decided on something. 

"Who is them?" he made to ask as she has not clearly stated who she had in mind.

"It really could be them..." 

"After all, they are powerful enough and crazy enough to attempt something like this," Melinda continued muttering to herself, completely ignoring Davies's question and even almost forgetting about his presence as her mind continuously tried to justify her thoughts, but Davies didn't appreciate being ignored even if he was the one that sent her mind tumbling into such thoughts. 

He raised his hand towards her forehead yet she completely ignored his actions as she was still in her thoughts, but then he flicked her forehead hard, sending all her thoughts away with the sudden sharp pain on her head.

"Ouch," she squealed in pain.

"Who is them?" he asked again, not paying attention to her pained and aggrieved look as she held onto her forehead with teary eyes.

He even thought she looked cute this way, but he wasn't letting those thoughts be known anywhere but inside of his head.

"Owwwww," Melinda mumbled as she rubbed her forehead. The sudden flick really did hurt and she looked at Davies with teary eyes, still not answering his question.

"Should I flick you again?" Davies asked and raised his hand again after still not getting a response from her.

"N-No, it's the Megas Uprising," Melinda quickly worded out, even stuttering a bit due to her rush.

"The mega-what now?" Davies asked as he didn't quite catch the name due to her rushed tone.

"The Megas Uprising," Melinda repeated, slower this time, no longer in a rush, it could be seen that she was trying to regain her composure and had taken her hands off her head despite the stinging pain still present. She didn't like that the atmosphere was like that of her being bullied by Davies and being unable to even speak correctly.

"Hmm, ok..." Davies mumbled.

"So, uh... Who are the Megas Uprising?" he asked as he didn't know who the suckers that called themselves whatever uprising was.

"..." Melinda took a long and hard look that did not mask her surprise at how Davies didn't know what she was talking about.

"You... Don't know what the Megas Uprising is?" she couldn't believe there was someone who lived in Yorkshire but did not know what the Megas Uprising was.

"Hey, if I wanted to see a bunch of clowns, I would go to a circus,"

"... Though, now that you mention it... The name does sound kind of familiar,"

"I may have heard of it somewhere, but I don't make it a point to remember unimportant things, so I probably forgot," he answered with the most straightforward face he could make, making Melinda understand that he was serious about every word he had said.

At this point the urge Melinda was feeling to facepalm was no lesser than the urge of a man to creampie a coochie while he went at it raw, so she simply stared hard at him with a disbelieving look drawn all over her face.

"Hey hurry up and tell me about them... Or should I flick you again, that seems to work," Davies said as he looked at his hand that was in a flicking position.

"Don't flick me!" Melinda's hands immediately went into a defensive position as they guarded her forehead against any finger attacks

"The Megas uprising is a terrorist organization that is made up of Megas who believe that they are the new gods of the human race and that all normal humans should be beneath them,"

"As their name suggests, they only comprise of Megas, each more powerful than the other and they've made constant attempts at trying to overthrow the city and wipe away the governing power while installing themselves as the new rulers,"

"In their attempts, they have caused the loss of countless lives and unimaginably hit economic losses. Every member of the Uprising is a criminal with a human kill count of at least a few thousand..."

"Matter of fact, one of the requirements of joining the organization is to kill a thousand humans," Melinda explained what she knew about the Megas Uprising which comprised of some general knowledge that almost everyone knew, as well as some information that only people at her level were privy to.

"So... A bunch of nutcases, huh?"

"Got it," he nodded without any emotional change after hearing what she had to say about the Megas Uprising.

As for whether he felt some emotional turmoil about hearing the crimes of the members of the Megas Uprising, that was a solid no.

He frankly didn't care about their goals and even thought it was a bit amusing.

He knew what the disparity in strength could do to the human mind, and he also understood the reasoning behind their goals, after all, why should the powerful be the ones to have to face all the problems and troubles while the weak sat back and enjoyed life while the powerful burst their asses every day to protect them, some of them even dying in the process.

The worst part was that humans were ultimately an ungrateful set of bastards who instead of feeling grateful would feel entitled to living an even better life.

Davies knew all of that, but quite frankly he didn't care.

Humans and Megas we're inherently different. One was powerful while the other was little less than an ant.

The weak had no right to stand up to the strong simply because of the truth and defining factor of their situation... They were WEAK.

While it was true that the strong should try to cater to the weak, it was also true that no one had an obligation to do anything for any fucking body.

It was all man to his problems.

You deal with yours, while I deal with mine... That was the truth of the world and nothing was going to change that no matter how social human beings were.

But these were all things that didn't matter to Davies, after all, he had bigger fish to fry.

Though he was a bit appalled at why the strong Megas wasted so much time killing humans instead of focusing on their so-called true goal of replacing humans at the head of humanity.

It was obvious that they had realized that they weren't anywhere near strong enough to accomplish their goals, they were way too understaffed for that, and so they had probably settled for the constant bullying and show of power to show their presence and not let the other powers dare to undermine them.

Frankly put, it was a case of bullying the weak while fearing the strong, and these clowns called the Megas Uprising were pretty good at it.

It had been known since ancient times that Uprisings usually occurred because of a catalytic reaction, but unfortunately for the Megas Uprising, they hadn't encountered that catalytic reaction that could breathe life into their goals, and after threatening Davies's life, he wasn't inclined on letting them live until the encountered such a reaction.

This brought about his next question, 

"Why would they try to kill you... And me?" he asked Melinda because he really couldn't see the point in them attacking him, after all, he wasn't an enemy of theirs and not gone after them or opposed them in any way.

Either it was a show of power, or...

[You don't happen to have cuckolded one of them, have you?] Miya suddenly asked the same question he was about to ask himself in his head.

'How would I know?'

'... But since I wasn't active in Yorkshire all these years then it shouldn't be that' he thought to himself.

[You speak like you haven't already slept with almost five women already, and you're barely even available for such things] Miya scoffed at him.

'That is true...' he realized that his hand couldn't be completely washed off this case as there were too many variables included.

"Uh... I may have beaten an executive of the Uprising half to death and then thrown him in jail," Melinda who was oblivious to Davies's thoughts muttered in a low voice, but Davies heard her words clearly enough.

"So it was you," Davies mumbled in realization and stood up from the counter and began to move toward the open window. 

Melinda had already realized that she was the most likely cause of what had happened and her guilt towards him had skyrocketed. She quickly stood up and followed after him.

"I'm sorry about dragging you into this," she apologized even though it was not confirmed that she was the cause of what had happened.

"Don't worry about it," Davies also understood that he couldn't completely blame her as there was no evidence that completely pointed in her direction. 

"Also, about what happened last night..." Davies suddenly changed the topic to the one that Melinda dreaded to hear.

She could already feel her heart leap into her throat.