I, the Weakest Traveler, Start by Taming the gods of the Old World.

"What?! There's no way that's possible your majesty!"

Raphtalia yelled, her face hitched with nervousness.

She was standing inside the office, while Ha Joon was seated on the chair.

Ha Joon and his subject had come to the Yokoa corps headquarters in Telver city to comfort Raphtalia about the findings.

"Are you implying that his majesty is lying?"Mordred uttered with a frown.

"No no, of course not!" Raphtalia bowed her head, "I just...."

She was scared. There was no way to miss that.

And Ha Joon could tell she was telling the truth, Raphtalia truly had no idea people had been smuggling guns from the company.

"Let me ask you something, how many people in Yokoa corps know about the gun project?"

Ha Joon asked.

Raphtalia raised a head a bit to look at him, "Uhm, just me, Bartson and Philip, the central mage".

Bartson was a softmore in the magic academy, he only knew how to crack magic encryption, hence why he was recruited, but Philip...

"Where is Philip now?" He asked yet another question.

"He is down below, at the major project." Raphtalia responded.

"Makes it easier..." Ha Joon stood up from the chair, "Take me there."

Raphtalia bowed her head.

Not long after, they had arrived at the lower section of the facility, where most of the hard undercover projects took place.

The narrow tunnel was dark and grimy, only lit up by the fire touches placed on the walls.

"This is where Lord Ha Joon comes to when he says he needs to work on something?" Yukio whispered to herself.

The giant door with weird writings on it stood only a few feet away from her.

"I'll open it now." Raphtalia said with a shaky voice before placing her hand on the door.

Passing her mana from her palm to the writing on the door, a bright light began to shine, running through every line crafted on the rocky door before it suddenly split into two and opened.

Not a single second to waste and Ha Joon had already walked inside.

Looking left and right for his prey, there was enough space in the room, so he could see the faces of the people working.

Though they seemed even more shocked that the king had come to visit at such a time.

Those that were heating up materials paused, those that were handing out parts to one another paused- the king had appeared before them.

But none of them were his target.

Ha Joon made his way to the other room, his subjects behind him as he walked the halls, making sure to look at every single room he passed.

Until-

He walked into one room, to see a man with long purple hair wearing a lab coat, trying to jump out of the window.

'Well hello there, Philip, how are you this fine morning?"

Philip flinched. He didn't dare look back, instead, he tried to slowly keep going, as if trying to fall without them noticing.

"Why are you running away? Even if you jump from that window, my knights are waiting for you outside."

Philip's heart raced, looking down to see that there were indeed knights at every corner of the facility.

Before he could focus on what to do next, Ha Joon had arrived in front of him, placing his hand on the man's shoulder.

"Come now, running away from your king? Quite the bold man you are aren't you?"

There was no escaping it. Philip knew he had been cornered.

A few minutes after he was caught, Mordred made sure to beat him to the point he could barely stand. Not only did she undress him and leave him with only his underwear, she also stood behind him while he was kneeling in front of Ha joon.

"Do I have your attention now?" Ha Joon asked with a low voice.

Philip nodded his head, his face bruised and battered.

"Good, who have you been selling these guns too? I haven't decided to let it out to the public yet, and somehow, someone is using it to harass beast people. So tell me, who have you been selling my shit too?"

"I... haven't s..old a thing to any...one Your majesty, I..don't know anything about this..."

[He is lying.]

'Oh, I know.'

Ha Joon moved his finger a bit, and Mordred understood what she needed to do.

She gripped the hilt of the sheathed blade, tiring it to the flat side.

_baiggggg!_

The side of the blade connected to Philip's head, ringing sound echoing in his ears as blood dripping from his mouth.

Philip grunted, his eyes widened as the pain began to resurface.

Raphtalia and Yukio watched at the side, they couldn't help but see that Mordred was enjoying playing the bad cop a little too much.

"Now I'll ask you again, who are you selling my guns too?"

Philip panted heavily for a while...

"K...kurona..shi."

Ha Joon wasn't surprised, he expected that much already. Whoever Kuronashi was, there was no doubt he was indeed the master mind behind everything.

"Who is Kuronashi?"

"I...I don't know too much about it... All I know is he paid me a huge sum of money to deliver guns to him. I needed the cash, so I helped him."

"Where do you deliver them too?"

"Governor William's main territory, I swear I've never seen him before. He was also in a crazy mask, I've never seen his face before."

Ha Joon sighed, Philip was telling the truth.

"You know they are trying to summon a demon lord, correct?"

"I was never told any of their goals. All I was told was to deliver the guns to them and then get paid. Nothing more your majesty." Philip confessed.

"Nothing more uhn..."

Ha Joon smiled a bit.

"How many people do you think died because you got greedy for money?"

This question slipped out from Ha Joon's lips.

Philip could only look to the side, his guilt and embarrassment catching up to him.

"Right, you didn't think of that, or perhaps you did and just didn't care as long as you were going to get the money. As long as it was money, a few lives didn't matter... Right?"

Ha Joon had clenched his fist.

"..."

"I hope you suffer twice as much pain as the pain you let those innocent people endure."

"I...I'll face whatever punishment your majesty! My loyalty is to camelot!" Philip bowed his head, his forehead touching the floor.

"What sort of stupid statement is that... Of course you're going to face your punishment."

"Eh?"

Rising his head, he was met with a powerful punch from Ha Joon.

His body collapsed to the ground, only to now see Ha joon was positioned on top of him.

Grabbing him by the neck, Ha Joon kept raining down punches on Philip's face.

Punch after punch, all while wearing a blank expression, as if he had no feelings whatsoever.

Philip pleaded with each punch. A single punch felt like a thousand punches running through every part of his body. And since Ha Joon kept healing him, the pain became an endless torture.

Blood painted everywhere, including Ha Joon's face and cloth.

Finally, the anger Ha Joon felt subsided, and he gently stood up, leaving Phillip half unconscious on the floor.

Mordred and Raphtalia were in shock, this was indeed the first time they had ever seen Ha Joon get angry in such a way.

"Your majesty, you should be more careful..." Yukio said as she stood in front of him, cleaning the blood from his cheeks and clothes with her napkin.

Unlike the rest of them, whatever Ha Joon does could not surprise or move her. If he was to wake up one day and decide to end the world, she would not be shook.

In her eyes, he could never make a mistake. He was the perfect being, and no matter what choice or decision he made, she would follow him through it 100%.

Ha Joon sighed.

"I got a bit overheated there, my apologies."

"Uhmm hmmm, you were angry at a pest, it was meant to happen. Your majesty had every right too."

Even as she said this, it was hard to hide her obsession.

Ha Joon then looked at Mordred, "Can I trust you to hand over this man to the prison ground?"

"Of course, I'll do that right away."

"Okay then. Yukio we are leaving."

Ha Joon spoke before walking out of the room, and Yukio immediately followed behind him.

As Ha Joon walked out of the door, Raphtalia dropped to her knees, breathing heavily from the deep relief she felt.

'T..hat was scary! I thought his majesty didn't trust me again.'

She closed her eyes while gripping her chest.

"Hey, woman."

Raphtalia opened her eyes to see Mordred calling her.

"This brat is covered with blood, come help me carry him back to the upper section."

"Eh?"

"This brat is covered with blood, come help me carry him back to the upper section."

Mordred repeated.

"R..r.. ight." Raphtalia chuckled nervously.