"You had best cooperate, now." I say sharply, tapping the side of my katana's hilt with my index finger. "I'd much prefer if I don't have to reveal my magic name to you." I warn, trying to solve you, unsure of what you may do.

"You should know, I am a Saint, one of less than 20. I'm not proud of this power, but do not mistake me for somebody who won't use it." I say with a cutting tone, as if to demand action of some kind.