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“In time, you shall learn. However, for now I shall reveal that we, in actuality, hunt other Descendants of Time,” Catherine answered.

“Hunting your own race, that's rather intense,” Claudia hummed. “For what reason, may I ask?”

“The Descendants of Time? A race? Am I to accept your words as a form of jest? I believe I am not suppose, most definitely not. There are many reasons, but for now they must be prolonged from meeting each other,” Catherine answered, “For we possess the ability to end the world if we all meet. The only way to prevent it is to kill off one or two… until the time is right.”

Claudia giggled excitedly. “Well, Madame, for now, that is all the reason I need because from now on, my sword is your sword – which reminds me…” She paused. “I need a weapon if I am to be taking lives soon.”

“Mn, a sword, mn?” Catherine repeated the words in a more disinterested tone, “I believe that may wait,” she plainly said, dismissing the matter for now. “More importantly,” she begun immediately, “You may not join my Organization with those words alone. You must establish a proper contract with me,” she stated, and continued after taking a moment to reform her smiling countenance. To Claudia, her very expression was seductive. “Pray tell: what is your desire? For your services, I shall endeavour to fulfill your desire, want, or wish – if it is within my influence. What would you wish from me, in exchange for your services? You may take your time to evaluate your thoughts regarding this matter.”

“A desire…” The words repeated through Claudia's mouth and echoed in her psyche a thousand times over. A pact in exchange for service? She thought. It took her merely an entire minute before pulling a lock of hair from her eye, straightening the entire length out with her arm; finally deciding. “...I wish to have, well, it is not a material item, per se... It is simply a person…” Claudia began with a crooked smile. “I wish to have my own plaything – a woman in that regard, who will fulfill any request I make and will protect me at all costs.” Claudia's face became a bit more… demented as she said that, as if she had held that in for a while.

“I see,” Catherine said, a thoughtless response. She pondered her words for a moment, and then smirked; giving a playful look before the very shape of her face itself changed. Her hair turned and reshaped all the same. Soon, a girl with blonde hair and a pale and sad-looking face formed, then the face changed to that of a more rigid, resilient, and silent-looking girl with brown hair, and eventually a black-haired asian who looked meek and timid appeared before Claudia as Catherine’s face warped beyond recognition.

“So, what kind of a woman would you like? Do any of these types fancy your tastes?” Catherine asked.

Claudia smiled jubilantly, completely in exuberance that her request was to be fulfilled so simply. “...The blonde one is cute, but I can’t have a sad-looking minion. That would mean I am conflicted between the brunette and the Asian,” she said, weighing her options. “I will admit, I have a fairly large soft spot for timid women, yet, a guilty pleasure for unmoved and rigid ones...then again, Asians aren’t so bad either,” she continued, in thought. “I have made my decision. The Asian speaks to me the most, I shall take her,” Claudia finally decided, satisfied with her choice.

Catherine laughed heartily at Claudia’s response, she found it amusing how fast she could reach a conclusion despite seeming to a wide range of taste for ladies. “Well, these were but mere examples; I was attempting to take a glimpse into your tastes. If you believe that you may want a native blonde timid woman instead – I may be able to find someone matching the description – just say the word,” she stated, confident. Who knew what sources Catherine possessed, but Claudia was sure now that she had access to all kinds of women. Did she possess connections to the slavers, perhaps? It was a possibility. “Do take more time considering, would you? This concerns your very future, my dear. While I am fine with granting your wish, there is a certain… risk to timid women; they may succumb to fear at the worst of times and thus fail to be your most stalwart shield.”

“That is true, I suppose,” Claudia figured, cupping her chin with her hand. “I do prefer the militant ones anyways. There is something about their stoic nature that brings a smile to my face. In fact, I find them extremely cute when they are unmoved, even to punishment…” The girl’s smile grew more wide each time she relished in the thought of having her own servant. “All right. I would like a blonde native woman who is militant and will follow all of my orders,” she said calmly, but made no effort to hide her excitement.

“Mmn, I see, you have a rather wide assortment of tastes, it seems,” Catherine concluded, smiling. The shape of her face changed back as her copper red hair begun to reappear. However, it wasn’t the Catherine she knew, while the features were very similar; she was much more slender, a little taller, and her skin was pale. She was, in short details, an impossibly beautiful and pristine young lady, almost comparable to someone who came to life from a portrait of painting.

“Then, allow me to confirm the contents of our contract tonight: a servant shall be provided to you – one who is militant; capable of combat, but her nature would be cold and resilient – and thus you will be granted a new situation as promised, along with certain luxuries that comes within our sphere of influence. In return, you will join and serve my Organization, BLoodLuSt, a terrorist group, out of your own violation, and work to change the world, as previously mentioned,” she said, stating the terms, conditions. “Additionally,” she added, “You will be given power so that you may be a more proper addition to our forces as an asset.”

“I really like the sound of that. I accept your terms openly,” Claudia agreed, now slightly calmed down now that talk of her future minion was all said and done. “When do I begin?”

“Hmm. When would you like to begin?”

Claudia smiled again, this time it was modest compared to the one from earlier. “Well, I’m fairly eager and I’m certain you’ve no time to wait on my decision, so if it is alright with you, My Lady, I would be delighted to start now.”

“The matter is a little complicated, for which I had been prepared to give you ample time,” Catherine stated, taking out a piece of paper and looking over it. “You are currently residing with Mary Shelley, are you not? You would have to leave her lodgings if you are to join.”

“Hnn, is that so? Well, I have no issue with that,” Claudia said, shrugging. “What should I tell her, though? That I moved back in with the Duke?”

“You are free to use any kind of excuse, I shall leave it to you. Do exercise caution for secrecy… is what I would like to say, but I want my members to be more creative with their reasonings,” Catherine answered. “However, beware of Mary Shelley – no, Mary Linfield, she is particularly dangerous. Once you obtain power from me, a single moment of exposing said powers, and she will come to know facts regarding you.”

“And if she does?”

“Run,” was the only word Catherine gave out as a response, “You are no match against her. Not yet.”

Claudia gave a prompt nod. “Understood,” she said. Despite this, she had no desire to harm her either way.

“You may be able to face her in an equal footing if you master the powers you gain… but they will take time to dominate,” Catherine elaborated. “Besides, she is your friend, yes? I would not want to soil the relation.” She then turned to look behind her,“See that over there?” Catherine ushered to the bed on the corner. There was a man covered in a white blanket. Strange, why hadn’t Claudia notice him till now?

“He was defeated by your friend, and is now resting here.”

Claudia furrowed her brows in surprise. “Mary is that powerful, despite the power the people in the Organization have? Impressive.”

“There is a difference between Representatives, and their descendants, after all,” Catherine spoke vaguely, and finally finished her drink. “Now, how long would you like to take for Mary? We could have you gain your power tonight to complete the contract. However, you would have to learn to control yourself around Mary.”

“I should at least spend one last night with her. She would find it uncanny if I were to find new lodgings or otherwise so soon,” Claudia replied. “But about my new powers; what exactly would be the effect of them?”

“We will find out only after you gain them. It is considerable to opening a gift box – or should I say, pandora's box – of which you do not know what lies within,” Catherine answered. “Mn, I see. So, another night. I suppose you shall be paying me a visit the day after tomorrow?”

“Of course. After witnessing what you had just promised me, I have more than one reason to return,” Claudia answered, chuckling.

“Very well, we shall leave the matters at that. In order to fulfill my promise to you, I will look for a suitable woman for you in the meantime. So, spend your time however you wish,” Catherine said, then smirking, “However…” she added, before taking a red stone out of her pocket, “take this.” She handed a necklace to Claudia. “In times of emergency, this will protect you.”

“Protect me? As in a force field, or something along the lines?”

“Oh no, nothing that fancy,” Catherine giggled as she begun to answer, “Basically, your lost blood will be restored before your slain skin can be recovered; that is, you’d be relieved of any fatal wounds. It is made out of valuable substances… which may be a waste if you are wounded deeply too easily. So, just avoid getting hurt at all… I do not think misfortune would befall you tomorrow, but you can never be too careful.”

“Hnn, nifty. That sounds better than any healing spell I have ever used,” Claudia remarked.

“Well, they come at a great price, after all.”

Claudia smirked. “Well, I thank you for this. I will make sure to use it in the most dire of times. In the meantime…” Claudia began, “I must leave for now, Mary might be wondering where I have gone.”

“You did not provide an excuse or a lie of some kind to her?” Catherine asked, as if it was obvious that she should have done so. “Either way, the man who led you to this room will escort you home, so do go with a peace of mind. No need to fear the curfew, despite it having started now. There is but one thing, however… what do you intend to do with the academy?”

Claudia halted her pace and stared blankly at the ceiling with a long-winded and exasperated sigh. It was as if she lamented hearing of that place, what with her current reputation. “...Unfortunately I see no reason to abandon it just yet if I am to keep a low profile in front of others.”

“Not just that, but your studies are also important,” Catherine said, almost sounding like a mother now. “You mustn’t let go of it so easily. It may be your only way to maintain your friends’ relations, too. You may be a little too busy for those relaxing café visits in the near future, after all. Additionally, I may be able to pull some strings to restore your social standings.”

“Hmm? You possess such power? Then again, it shouldn’t come as a surprise, granted where you lie in terms of social standings,” Claudia said. “But for Mary and Charlotte; for some reason it might worry them to not see me so often anymore.”

“That is the hard part, you must come up with a reason for them, my dear. Mull over the matter if you must,” Catherine said. It was as though she noticed something moments after she had heard it. “You happen to be acquainted with Charlotte Brontë, mn? I see” she remakred vaguely.

“Indeed, I do. She is a rather interesting person to speak to, and…” Claudia paused, flushing a little. “If I didn’t know any better, I would have picked her to be my minion...”

“She does fit your tastes, albeit she has more than just what you wish. Well… I would want to but… alas, it is impossible. Please accept my sincerest apologies, my dear,” Catherine did look apologetic, and somewhat frustrated about it herself as she apologised.

Claudia smiled after sighing. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. After all, I made my wish and if I remember the saying correctly: beggars can’t be choosers, yes?”

“I would really want to try, but it is more problematic. Besides, it’d be awkward if she were to be your servant overnight,” Catherine stated, her countenance recovered moments later. “Now, you best be on your way. I shall not prolong your stay here longer. Good night and take care, my dear.”

“Same to you. Adieu, Catherine.”

As Claudia left the room, the same gentleman greeted her, and she was soon taken home in a gurney. Unlike her previous time in a gurney, however, she was treated completely differently. She wasn’t the driver, nor was her escort, as the two sat on the back seats. It didn’t take long to get to home, perhaps because she found the experience too enjoyable? Regardless, greater things were yet to come, and she couldn’t be wholly satisfied with just this ride yet.

It was as if Claudia caught a glimpse of paradise itself: large and inviting sofas adorned with cushions of shiny fabric, gleaming lamps mysteriously pleasing to the eyes, fluffy beds and pristine walls with ingeniously marvelous decor beckoned her to stare at such wondrous sights forever. It was as if the entire room was adorned with gems; the reflection on her eye clearly sparkled in return. This level of luxury was beyond even the Duke. While her old Lord could afford it, he simply lacked the fashionably high-class tastes that Catherine seemed to relish.

Before she knew it, her guide – the gentleman who had accompanied her up to the corridors from the elevator – was gone; leaving her with his so-called mistress alone in this exceptional suite room.

“Bonsoir, mademoiselle Claudia,” Catherine greeted in the most respectful manner – just like the previous time they met – yet from her tone, Claudia could discern excitement most certainly. “Comment allez-vous?”

“I am well, thank you,” Claudia replied with a prompt smile. “I must say, Catherine, this hotel bodes higher to my expectations than I thought. I am impressed.” She glanced around the room, admiring the eye-catching decor.

“Ritz is one of the most renowned hotel in all of England, after all,” Catherine replied in a matter of factly tone, taking up a glass of what seemed like red wine in her hand. “Did you know that this hotel’s suites are only available to special individuals?”

“I could imagine, what with it being a five star rated establishment,” responded Claudia.

“Oh no, that is not what I imply, my dear,” Catherine waved her hand dismissively, casting aside the reply. “Regardless of your wealth; the management will deny you any right to stay in their high-class suites. They will claim that they are already booked. These rooms are reserved for the especial individuals of the High Places.”

Claudia quirked an eyebrow. “High Places, you say? Aside from wealth, of what ilk are these people from to be admitted so exclusively?”

“Politicians, especial nobles, the Diogenes, upstanding leaders of certain Magic Organizations,” Catherine answered. “Simply being rich or being a noble does usually count not. Your current guardian; the Lord Duke, is also a member of the High Places, my dear.”

Claudia groaned at the word current. It really did ruffle her to be reminded she was still under the Duke. Then again, that would be her entire basis for coming here tonight. She was anxious to push the subject out of curiosity, but did not want to come off as rude. “Interesting. Alas, I have not heard of this before…” she said. “The Duke has never spoken of it nor has opted to bring me along.”

“Well, of course he wouldn’t, as it is a term meant to define the higher plane they stand in… figuratively, my dear,” Catherine stated, taking a swig of her drink. “It is a common term often used across England. You do not acquaint yourself much with your peers, perchance?”

“I wish not to acquaint myself with too many people around me. It is for personal reasons, you see,” Claudia explained, crossing her arms.

“Because you are afraid that your darker nature may consume them? That you’d eventually be provoked to massacre them?” Catherine inquired – her face leaning ever closer with a wider devilish grin than before – her eyes carrying a more vivid glimmer of excitement. “Are you afraid that you’d be enraged rather easily from being shunned? They do say many things about you; how you seduced the Duke to receive a position under him, and whatnot.”

Claudia was taken aback by such an assumption. Rather, she was shocked by it. “Me and the Duke? Why would I do such a thing so absurd?” She turned away and cursed under her breath. “...I did not know that people said those things. However, I'm not even surprised. The least knowledgeable will always flap their tongues.” She suddenly appeared unphased by Catherine's words, as if she had shrugged them off.

“You possess a destructive nature in your heart. It is not so absurd to you in reality,” Catherine giggled yet again, apparently finding Claudia’s attitude amusing. “Well, people enjoy rumours. They feed their minds off with entertainment from others’ perils or fortunes.”

Claudia groaned in reply. “Don't I know it…” She said to herself, thinking of a certain blonde woman she acquainted herself with. “Still, I try to stave back that destructive nature that seems to cause me much anguish as much as possible. It has already stripped me of my sword and title, who knows what it could possess me to do next?”

“Give away your life, perhaps?” Catherine guessed, or was it a prediction? Either way, despite her expression; her voice sounded rather calm and serious.

“Maybe,” Claudia replied, sighing. “Gods be damned if that were the case. I don't even know where I got it, granted I was never one to be so destructive as a child.”

“Did you know that you’re one of the final magi in the modern era to possess such rare and deathly magecraft?”

“...What?” Claudia asked in disbelief.

“Your Lord did not inform you?” Catherine asked, speaking in a snide tone. “Were you ever told how knowledge of such magic is possible to gain nowadays, especially with the ban in effect?”

Claudia shook her head. “As lackadaisical as he can be, no, never,” she replied, putting a hand to her chin. “Come to think of it, the man had seldom spoken to me if it did not involve work anyway. I was only told that I was to use forbidden magic to his, and the Society's leisure,” she continued, “...and that was after the fact.”

“In all honesty, I am partially inclined to invite you to my Organization for your ability, so – on the contrary – The Society and I have an aligned opinion that your magecraft is indeed a rare gem to wield,” Catherine declared, no longer smiling.

“I see. Well, you've done enough to gain my curiosity – even more so for my attention. But wanting to use my abilities...that begs the question; for what? To kill? To start wars? There has to be a reason for all of this, and I wish to know what has two secret organizations up in arms for the last of my kind,” Claudia inquired, staring back at Catherine.

“First, allow me to explain how you have ended up with your forbidden spells: the infamous devils. Your parents seemed to have worshipped and contracted them for a price; they made an exchange. I’d assume this to be the knowledge of forbidden spells,” Catherine begun to explain, “I’d believe that they then implanted this knowledge in some form of teaching, am I correct?”

Claudia cast her head low, remembering the harsh teachings from her parents. “Devils...? My parents would…” She began. “–Yes, I remember. They would teach me a myriad of spells, most of them seemingly brutal to the eye if done upon someone – including Heart Shatter. I never thought anything of it, though. I still don't know what to think…” She lamented having to hear something like that and wondered if her parents truly loved her whilst teaching her such things.

“With the loathsome Church members slaughtering magicians possessing knowledge of such spells; it is a rather easier conclusion to reach that the devils are the providers of the spells’ knowledge,” Catherine inserted as Claudia almost entered into a state of deep thinking. “Thus, you are unique.”

“Unique? I'll say,” Claudia began. “Knowing that I'm the inhabitant of those who seek the end – indeed, I am a lucky catch. Christ, I knew I had it bad at first but, knowing this changes things,” Claudia concluded, bewildered.

“Now, have you ever heard of the BLoodLuSt?”

Claudia nodded. "The terrorist group? Yes, I have. What of them?" she answered.

“At this moment, you are speaking to their most infamous leader, known for countless acts of villainy,” Catherine plainly answered.

Claudia's eyes bat wide as she turned to Catherine and looked at her as if she hadn’t heard her correctly. She would have thought of this as some sick joke, but then again, neither Mary or Charlotte were there. "You? You are the Countess?" she asked, unable to believe it herself. Albeit, a smile found its way onto her face as she giggled uncontrollably. “Now that's interesting…”

“Oh, my. You do not seem the least bit terrified. Consider me surprised,” Catherine said. Somehow, Claudia’s words seemed to have made the Countess happy.

“Why would I be? You just became even more interesting by the minute, Catherine. Like I said, being the daughter of two dead Diabolists changes things, a lot of things,” Claudia said, pacing around the room until she came to a complete stop to face the woman. “I like you, Catherine. You made my night, truly.”

Catherine giggled. “Get some standards, dear. The party has hardly even begun,” but then she made a more earnest face. “However, I shall thank you regardless for your kind words.”

Claudia smirked widely, dropping her head to the floor. “I see now, you need me to accomplish what goals you have established for England. What's more that crossed my mind, you are a Time Warrior,” she added. “Well, so far – as a party guest, I am already amused.”

“Not for England, no,” Catherine waved her hand dismissively as she laughed those words off, “I have plans for the entire world,” she corrected, her hand soon caressing her guest’s cheek thoughtlessly. “For you, my dear, I would indeed have you play a role as do my minions, and one of them happens to be taking lives even as we speak,” she added enthusiastically. “I am indeed a Descendant of Time. Pardon me, for I usually tend to ignore the label †˜Time Warrior’ as it was a name given to my kind by the Japanese.”

Claudia chuckled happily at the part about taking lives – rather her vulgar and overexcited side did. It excited her for some reason. “The world, you say...What do you have in mind, Madame?" She asked, smirking.

Next night, in the West End of London, Claudia arrived at Westminster, the road of Piccadilly – more specifically – to find herself before the luxurious five star hotel known as the Ritz Hotel. The very sight of the towering structure was overwhelming. The lightings of bright gold alone allowed it to stand out from the rest of the hotels located in the area. This hotel was known for the many musicals and performances it put on throughout the evenings, and renowned for its luxurious suites. The afternoon tea was legendary, they say.

“Good evening, Lady Claudia.” A man donned in black coat spoke.

Claudia turned to find a figure just beside her. How he got there soundlessly was beyond her, but it seemed like he’d be her guide tonight.

“Bonsoir, mon ami,” Claudia greeted politely, and this time correctly. “I would assume you were expecting me, yes?”

“Yes, Mi’lady had sent me to fetch for you, her guest for the night,” the man answered, monotone. His voice was deep and lacked the vivacity that Catherine had displayed recently to Claudia.

“I see, this establishment would belong to Catherine then? Impressive,” Claudia said, admiring the premises.

“Oh no, you misunderstand, Lady Claudia. Mi’lady’s family does do business with the owner’s company often, but this is not her property,” the gentleman swiftly explained, “She has only rented a suite for an indefinite period of time for her stay in London.”

Humming at the title “Lady Claudia”, the girl surely thought that had a familiar ring to it. It simply brought her to a smile. “Well, I would like to see her. I would not want to keep her waiting,” Claudia said.

“Before that… I must confirm something,” the gentleman said before standing before her and facing her properly. “Are you certain that you’d like go down this path?” There was a strange hint of worry as the man asked this question. “Your life may be changed forever, beyond repair in fact, if you accept Mi’lady’s hospitality tonight.”

Claudia tilted her head and wore a deadpan expression. “My friend, my life has undergone multiple changes— more than I could count on my fingers, actually. I've escaped death by the skin of my teeth, more than I actually should have,” she explained, making a point. “Another change in my life is merely another hat I have to wear and change daily.”

“This change is incomparable to any others of the past,” her guide stated strictly, not making proper note of Claudia’s answer. “Well, I hold no authority to stop you. You are free to your liberty, and may choose your path however you may. But remember that our mistress is one who takes the reins of our liberty to take flight to… distant skies. Often enough, they are dark and perilous.”

Claudia hummed and smirked. “That is fine by me. I was literally born for things in that category.”

“Very well then, I shall take you to our mistress.” The two then entered the gates and proceeded into the Ritz Hotel.

“It needs to only please its members. I think in that regard our society is successful,” the raven said, as if providing a shedding light to the matter, albeit he assumed that Sherlock had already implied it himself. “Unfortunately, yes, she was forced to war. The members of the Magic World are a rather erratic mob at times, when it concerns the Descendants.”

“Just what is a Descendent? I understand the concept, but I do not quite understand their purpose. They seem arbitrary, and their magic seems to surpass even that of the magic that I have seen, heard, and read about in the Society. I find their disproportionate power rather strange.”

“Who knows?” the Raven said, unsure himself. “What we know is that they exist, and they are exceptionally powerful. All other information comes from a prophecy; about how they will bring the world to ruin eventually if they are allowed to live.”

“What a ridiculous notion that we must accept. You would think we would have moved on from prophecies after several thousand years, and yet here we are, and we have no choice but to accept. Their powers must come from somewhere, it is too bad that we, or at least I, cannot challenge the one behind it all. Challenging god-like entities sounds like a rather grand tale to tell grandchildren; I would be the greatest of grandfathers.” Sherlock let out a small huff of laughter.

“Well, after what happened to three countries – including our great Britain – we of the Magic World had no choice but to come to terms with what words that were left behind for us,” the Raven stated. “There are a few that have challenged and won, but the battles were always won with brains and numbers. Blood too, perhaps. Ever heard the famous tale of the Duchess who slayed a Time Warrior? It was quite recent, around thirty-something years.”

“Enlighten me. I’ve heard the name, but only in passing by. The history of the Magic World is a slow process of seeping through what is written in books. And as you know, that is not exactly effective especially for the history of magic.”

“Her name was Caroline Louisa Cavendish Bentinck. Surely you’ve heard of her? She is a skilled mage who managed to cull the head of Sagittarius, last I heard. She is now known as a Magic Magister who often publishes monthly reports on her research. Apparently she tries to develop ways for magic to be used for combat more effectively.”

“Indeed, I’ve heard of her name. In fact, it’s very hard to not know her name. How did she do it though? From what I understand, these Descendents are all but invincible. I suspect one could sap the magic from Descendents, as you could with any magician, but not even an amateur mage is going to hold still for very long. And I assume a magic bombardment is not sufficient otherwise these Descendents would not be a problem to begin with.”

“As far as I know, Descendants do not utilize magic to begin with,” the agent stated in a matter of factly manner. “The problem with the Descendants is that you cannot kill them unless time around them is stopped. There are only few able to cast the special spell invented to stop time for a very small targeted space.”

“What? They do not use magic? That is both incredible and rather unbelievable. It’s hard for me to imagine that their powers are not some kind of derivative of magic, but I have no basis so I will trust you on the matter for now. Nonetheless, you are saying that the Duchess was able to stop time as well as kill the Descendent?”

“Yes, the Dukes and Duchesses – as well as some masters of magic – are taught the special spell that allows this feat. As for the Descendants, their powers are spiritual in nature, hence not magical.”

“It seems I have much to learn. As for this †˜special spell’, I wonder if this has something to do with a plan. Does it not seem strange that these high ranking mages have a coveted spell that is strong enough to stop a Descendent? Perhaps it’s a counter-measure for these irregular beings known as Descendents. And on that note, that means the Descendents must serve some kind of inherent function.” Sherlock’s voice trailed off in thought before returning to his normal tone. “Ah, I must be boring you with my baseless conjectures. I go off on tangents rather often, so I apologise in advance.”

“Ah, no. It is an interesting topic. I seldom find anyone willing to engage in such topics rather than speaking to those who vow to slay them down,” John said with a chuckle. “I do not find it strange in the sense that they are better off taught to a select trusted few, since these spells may be used to distort the world’s balance and are thus abusable. The Society is looking to learn these for themselves, after all.”

“Hm, that line of reasoning is fair. I suppose my surprise is more from the fact that it has not yet been abused to a greater extent. Power in the hands of a few is good on paper, but often not applicable. These magicians have done a good job thus far. I wager you would be able to attain the spell if you desired it enough. Perhaps you will run into a Descendent one day.”

“They are very honourable people of the society. To maintain their good name and glory they’d avoid anything that would make them look bad. It is a rather sensible action to limit the users of such magic,” said John. “Who knows? Perhaps I will. I care not as long as I am commissioned to assassinate one.”

“Power can quickly fill one’s head with deviant thoughts. I fear the day the knowledge of such power spreads even a hair more than intended. That said, has anyone other than the Duchess been able to slay a Descendent? It would be impressive if she were the first.”

“No, we’ve had many throughout history slaying the Descendants. However,” John begun to answer, “the awe-inspiring part about the Duchess’ tale is that she killed the Descendant -after- her team was wiped out. In other words, she fought the thing all on her own for the most part to win.”

“Alone? My goodness. So she is strong enough to take on a Descendent entirely by herself. That is quite the feat. Have you any idea what she is up to now? I find it hard to believe that she would be sitting quietly in an office chair.”

“...Taking on a Descendant who emerged with the same Zodiac,” John answered, adding further, “again. A small bit of it came up on an article in The Times’ newspaper, in the Magic World edition.”

“†˜The Times newspaper’? It releases articles in the Magic World as well? That is most intriguing! Where does one buy this newspaper? Certainly not at the local newspaper stand from what I can tell.”

“Ah, you haven’t heard of it?” John said, a little taken by surprise. “There are various ways to subscribe, but they’re usually either delivered by porters, or bought over from the Royal Council.”

“Truth be told, I do not have many relations inside the Magic World. That fact makes my work slower than I would like it to be, but alas I work with what I can. Do you know any ways for an outsider to gain such access? If you would rather not say, then by all means, feel no need to.”

“Just exercise the power of The Society and it should be simple enough to have them delivered every morning,” John answered. “They are much more effective than contacts, often times. Simple requests probably cost a sum of payment or two; shouldn’t be a big deal.”

“Ah, that is an excellent idea; I have yet to make many requests from them. Back on the topic at hand, I must say, these Descendents must be wary of the Duchess. I wonder if the Descendants have thought of forming an alliance. They seem to be acting separately, but tactically speaking, working together would amount to an immeasurable force.”

“Yes, it would, and already has emerged as such,” John replied, agreeing. “Ever heard of the case of Japan adopting a Time Warrior and using it for their benefits? That is what sparked the current war.”

“That is a topic that I have heard wind of, given its massive impact, but once again, I was not under the impression that they had adopted a Descendant. That is incredibly dangerous. I wonder if they have thought of allying with each other. As I understand it, they are generally antagonistic to each other, but a temporary cease-fire between two parties for the annihilation of other powers would be beneficial. They are a very interesting case study of true power shifts and their dynamics,” Sherlock said as he tossed the idea of why it wasn’t something already done.

“The Descendants – or what Japan calls Time Warriors – hadn’t been so antagonistic before, ironically enough. As far as I understood, they were often people running and hiding in fear of being surrounded. They likely wanted to live in peace. Some would often come up for attaining glory in battle, but giving away their identity would always result in some people allying to them, and others wanting them gone,” the Raven said. “Have you heard of the First Mages’ Great War before?”

“Hm, perhaps power does not beget greed as much as scorn begets fear like I thought,” Sherlock said before pausing to imagine the past. “And, I have seen it in writing, but that can be unreliable. What do you have to say about it?”

“The one we were at war with was a Queen also known as a Descendant,” John said, sounding intrigued. “They say that she was a breaker of many hearts, but was a pristine beautiful figure. I’ve also heard rumours that she now exists, somewhere, someplace far away… waiting to find the right moment for exacting vengeance. After all, Virgo hasn’t appeared in centuries.”

“After such a number of your tales, I am almost not surprised. Where was she last seen?”

“Sahara desert, they say,” John answered. “Some others claimed that she appeared in America, however. I’ve heard various rumours claiming that she, too, appeared around Russia. The only similarity in every stories is that she was likely making her escape after her country fell.”

“Intelligent. Her maneuvers have probably saved her life,” Sherlock said, impressed. “Any idea of the other Descendants? I almost feel like this could be a fun side project to look into.”

“Hmm, let’s see… there is presently no information of Aquarius aside from the fact that they disappeared centuries ago. That was the late King of Knights who was betrayed by one of his many attendants regarding his identity, and thus fell his rule. Then we have the tale of Capricorn, the last to have fallen in the North Pole, executed in harsh coldness, never to be heard of again. Pisces is the one allied with Japan. Aries has been known to be a mercenary of sorts, a Dragon Hunter, they say, but he hasn’t appeared in over two centuries. One of the more dangerous ones roaming across the Magic World would be, I daresay, the Countess, leader of the terrorist Organization, BLoodLuSt, and that would be Scorpio? To be honest, it wasn’t confirmed. Aside from this, Leo hasn’t appeared in a millennium. God knows what he or she may be doing. I feel almost certified that it lives somewhere, and Virgo’s Queen is considered likely as old as Leo’s host. Taurus hasn’t been seen for some centuries either, but the last host who was found was recorded to be executed by the mages. Same for Sagittarius, until the news of the Duchess engaging her appeared yesterday. Gemini has been claimed to be a leader of certain organizations. There are many rumours circulating about him or her. I’m afraid I have nothing on Libra or Cancer, they’re also people that have vanished in time.”

“So we lack a status on Aquarius, Capricorn, Libra, Cancer, Taurus, and to some extent both Leo and Virgo,” Sherlock said. “Assuming that maybe two of the seven would rather remain in hiding, then that leaves five still running rampant. I guess even The Society has trouble identifying and keeping track of such beings. Given the trend of previous bearers, I would assume that only large organizations would have the capabilities to hide such facts from The Society. Yet another thought experiment…”

“Personally, I still find the notion to be far fetched that beings so powerful even exist, but the facts stand regardless. I suspect that these Descendants are probably of a high position of influence. We’ve got a Queen, a King, a dragon slayer as well as some other leaders; that cannot be a coincidence. What if the figure leading The Times’ was a Descendant? Hah! That would be quite the riot. Joking aside, where do you think they could be?”

“Who knows?” John answered with a question himself. “A lowly agent is told only so much. I seldom find information due to my mundane position, but otherwise The Society indeed knows far more than us, but rarely discloses information unless specifically requested… after gaining the right amount of success in tasks, apparently. However, if we follow the cold trail of rumours… there are speculations that Gemini is from the Middle East. Cancer is thought to be around Russia specifically because of how worse the condition in that country is, but that is often a poor joke. There is literally no information on Taurus. However, someone once claimed that they saw Taurus in the big battle – called the Battle In Heavens – where Japan and the European forces clashed some years ago. Of course, proof was scarce, or well, not really any was provided, and the reporter was dismissed. It was a busy time and I reckon no one had the time to conduct an investigation.”

“I do believe that it’d be intriguing if the owner of The Times was a Descendant, it’d explain how they could get so many talented investigators.

“Getting the answers to some of these questions will probably be taxing. Especially since if you consider yourself to have a mundane position, then my rather young position must be dismal. I thank you for filling me in on the matters though. Everything you have spoken of has been tales and information worth being on the edge of a seat for. I am more concerned that I probably have nothing of interest to tell or give to you in return. At best I can offer you tea, I know a quaint cafe that serves exquisite tea and excellent biscuits.”

“Haha, feel free to ask if ever you are pressed for topics. We are bored men on duty, after all.” The Raven chuckled. “I’d be most glad to join you. It is unfortunate that they are closed around now. That said, I hear that you have conversed with someone named Mary as of late?”

“Ah, I have indeed spoken to that woman recently, not that I particularly enjoy her company…” Sherlock’s voice was ever so slightly bitter. “Why do you ask?”

“Is that so? I hear she is good company to keep. Either way, there are speculations that she too, is a Descendant,” the agent said. “Be careful. She has maintained a neutral position among the Queen and The Society throughout the Great Game, a feat that is often hard to achieve. That gold eye of hers draws eyes to her all the time, and no one has managed to figure out what it is, as no one can sense magic from it, apparently.”

“What?! A Descendant you say? While I find her eye to be strange, surely that is not enough reason to make such a judgement. However, if, by some obscure possibility, what you are saying is true, then what is she doing contacting me of all people? A fairly new recruit of The Society with dismal standing and a low profile. My goodness. Though truth be told, I am confused, alarmed, and very intrigued all at once.”

“Don’t ask me,” the Raven said, confused himself. “I have no clue why she’d contact you of all people. She probably has her own set of concerns. For one who has already eluded our Society for long, I don’t know what to say. However… according to The Society, we have noted that someone looking similar to her was recorded to have existed in the previous century.”

“In the previous century? I mean unless Descendants can pass their powers onto their kin, which is highly unlikely, that all but confirms her as having some kind of anti-aging power. Wow… this news is shocking. I will keep an eye out. I assume that with anyone she speaks to, it is likely that she has an ulterior motive. That said, you should watch out as well. She could be using me as a proxy to get to you, or even Claudia. I certainly do not contact many people, which makes the people I contact all the more significant.”

“Mn… well, it isn’t so uncommon. Anti-aging ritual magic is common, and that is the only excuse that is disallowing people from tossing blades and bullets at her,” the raven replied. “I wish I was popular with ladies, but I doubt she is intending to be on my trail. I’d be most flattered if she was, however.”

“Shame. I will stay cautious, but I would like to believe in her. Or rather, I will hope that she is not after my head and her acquaintance is but a coincidence or some matter tied to The Society and not myself entirely. As for yourself, I know not the things you have done, but you seem capable enough to warrant a watchful eye.”

“I hope for the same,” the Raven answered. “I have recently heard from Claudia – after her grand failure at the academy – that she made some friends. I happened to look into it and find out that one of them was our dear subject of topic – Mary.”

“Interesting. If Mary does have ulterior motives, then is she using me as a connection to Claudia or is it the other way around? A very odd question seeing as how neither of us seem significant. Does Claudia seem unique in some way?” Realizing that his question may have been an insensitive to Claudia’s privacy, he quickly added, “Ah, I am sorry. Mind you, if you wish not to disclose information about your pupil, then it is fine.”

“To be perfectly honest, if Mary is indeed aiming to get close to us with an ulterior motive; I know not why she’d do so,” John answered. “Claudia, I wouldn’t say has anything particularly special aside from certain magic, which is why I chose to train her. I wouldn’t think Mary wants to pursue something so destructive, however. At least, anyone in a neutral position wouldn’t. She may be wanting to establish contact to my mundane life, but I hear that it is far more straight-forward than that.”

“So it seems we have come full circle, with nothing gained from our conjecture. For now, Mary will have to remain a mystery. It is no use guessing in the dark; in time, I am sure we will find out more about her.”

As Sherlock finished his sentence, he noticed that the Lorelei was almost finished with her general route. So far, nothing had been out of the ordinary. “It looks like our job is almost over, Agent John. The Lorelei’s route ends soon, somewhere up ahead.”

“Noted. Pleasure working with you, by the way.”

“Likewise. While this may be your pupil’s mission, your company is always welcome.”

Tonight, Sherlock was back to his job. His usual job of watching over the Lorelei.

The apparent young girl going across the heart of the prosperous capital of Britain – London – to sing in an old language most were no longer taught of, was basically the Lorelei. She’d only ever sing. No one knew where she came from. No one knew her parents. No one knew if she was even human. They say that she was an android secretly commissioned by the secretive Organization – The Society. They say that the girl was a manifestation of a phenomena even the Magic World knew not how to explain. They say that she sings of the future. They say that her listeners are bound to meet misfortune.

Was it really true that no one knew of her origins?

Was it really true that no one knew what she was?

One could only speculate.

Tonight, the night was cold and the air was chilly. It was strange. Sherlock had observed the girl alone for so many days, but only tonight did he feel somewhat lonely. Two nights ago a woman named Claudia was sent to observe the girl alongside him by The Society. An apparent mage sent to †˜guard’ him, and the Lorelei, in worst case scenarios.

The next night, the lady didn’t appear. It was the same for tonight. For a guard she sure takes a lot of vacation time.

“Seems like a lonely night,” an unfamiliar voice spoke from behind Sherlock, and he turned to find a man he’d never met before.

There weren’t many people that knew Sherlock, and even less people who knew where he worked. Under normal circumstances he’d have tried to pin down the unknown presence, but he had a feeling that he should be a bit more cautious.

“So it is. Did you need something from me, gentleman?”

“Tonight, I’ll substitute for Claudia. I apologise for the incompetence of my subordinate,” the man replied, standing beside Sherlock to watch over the Lorelei now.

“I see, I suppose that makes you her mentor then. I accept your apology, but while her actions were nothing short of life-threatening, it seems she was ill-informed. Will you be taking her place for the remainder of the case, or rather, observations?”

“Ill-informed, you say?” the man asked, slightly puzzled, then continued on to answer the main question. “Unfortunately, I will not be able to do that. This is mostly her mission, and she will have to get back to it when she feels like it. I will join you indefinitely till she comes back out of her own volition.”

“Evidently she was not briefed about the Lorelei, nor of myself, so I had to take some roundabout measures to understand her position. Nonetheless, I’m pleased to have you. As I have told your pupil, there may come a time when I will need your aid, but until that time comes, I do expect you to follow my lead and be very discreet. This is, of course, an observation. No more, no less.”

“Indeed. I will do my best to meet your expectations,” the man said, giving a respectable bow. He seemed to be a class apart from Claudia. “It seems like Mister Griswold was playing his own form of joke with my subordinate. I am ashamed to learn that you had to take such measures. Please forgive my subordinate.”

Sherlock pondered at the thought. It seemed strange that an old man would be up to such tricks, but Sherlock had seen stranger things. More importantly, he could not help but feel that in spite of the man’s relation with the fresh novice Claudia, this man was something of another league. He had the presence of a veteran. Was it his imagination?

“Pay no heed, all is forgiven. I am not one to dwell on simple formalities anyways. I will ask you though, if the situation takes a turn for the worst, what can I expect of you? I must know, to some extent, what you are capable of so that I may assess the situation that much quicker.”

“I suppose my credentials would be enough? I was formerly a Magic Magister,” the man answered, confident. “I am also employed by The Society to do one specific job often: kill,” he added, smiling.

Magic Magister?! Claudia is under someone with this kind of power? This man is mysterious and dangerous in many more ways than one, Sherlock thought. “I will take your word for it. Your level tone and calm composure tells me enough to ascertain my preconceptions of you and your veteran nature. I trust that you will do an excellent job if and when your services are required. Do you have any questions about the mission?”

“I am glad to have won your trust,” the man said, sounding happy and honoured. “I will serve whenever required, please give the signal, or the word, however you wish. I have only one question: do you want me to kill, or simply obstruct any observers foreign to the Lorelei? I have heard that you are also meant to keep away people unrelated to the mission.”

“The mission is to investigate any movement in regards to the Lorelei. I do not engage any suspects unless absolutely necessary. In fact, if there are other observers, it is better to keep track of them than to kill them. Find the trunk of the tree by following its roots and where its nutrients grow. To answer your question though, we must keep a close distance enough to close the gap and interfere if the Lorelei were in imminent danger. It is better to avoid bloodshed in this case.”

“Affirmative, I will be as discreet as possible,” the man answered, nodding. “I shall make note of that. Do you think an introduction is required? I am rather uncertain if it is the kind of job you’d want people to not know each other. Not that I mind introducing myself.”

“My work requires me to be rather confidential, my apologies. However, it would be rude not to introduce myself in some manner. You may call me Escott. It is late into the conversation, but I am pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Understood. Call me Agent John, then. Just John is, of course, fine. That is my epithet for work,” the man replied, introducing himself. “It is a pleasure to meet you, too.”

Sherlock nodded, he understood how important these things could mean. “Well, if you have no further questions Agent John, I’d say it’s about time to relocate. We will need to be in a better position to observe the Lorelei. Feel free to ask questions as the night goes on.”

Sherlock motioned for the man to follow him through the shadows. “By the way, how much do you know about the Lorelei? I assume you are more informed than the young lady.”

As John moved along with Sherlock, he took out a cape from behind his coat and held it. “As far as I am aware; the Lorelei is a project of experimental nature to The Society. There are many rumours surrounding the girl. It is unfortunate that Claudia doesn’t know. I’d have thought she heard the rumours, at least.”

Sherlock mulled over the man’s words. While simple, down the road, knowing that she was an †˜experimental project’ could go a long way. The issue could not be pressed though, not here.

“A shame really, but at the very least, it was interesting to talk with her that night. Do you understand any of the words the Lorelei is saying? I am not too well versed in what I assume to be an ancient language, but Claudia seemed to have a rudimentary grasp of it.” Sherlock decided he may as well ask.

“I can say that the words ring familiar, but unfortunately, I haven’t used Latin in so long that I’ve forgotten,” John answered, shaking his head. “However, I can inform you that she sings in Latin.”

“I see. The tune she sings is rather strange, and after all of this observation it is irksome to know that I understand none of it. Perhaps, it will come to you as the hours go by.”

“I would hope so,” John replied. He truly hoped so, but felt that it may never come to him. “I suppose I should be more discreet now.” John’s body turned into that of a black raven as soon as he donned the coat he took out moments ago. “Now it’d seem as though you are alone, when in fact you aren’t,” a slightly-distinctive voice spoke, but Sherlock could still find its resemblance with the original voice of John.

Sherlock could never quite shake the initial shock of seeing magic. He’d grown used to it, but at the same time, it was simply not native to him. The fact that John was now a bird was just something he would need to accept.

“I-Impressive…” Sherlock muttered. “More importantly, what were you saying? Tell me, what do you see?” Sherlocked whispered, unsure of whether John was communicating through telepathy or not. Either why, he assumed that his words would reach him one way or another.

“You must not be familiar with magecraft, my bad,” John said, surprised by the amount of shock Escott here seemed to be feeling. “I see a man other than myself walking? Albeit it is much easier to see the surroundings now. I was saying that now one wouldn’t know that you have company, save for the more attentive magicians.”

“This is hardly a secret worth hiding, but my knowledge and exposure to magecraft is rather sparse. I doubt I will get used to humans turning into other creatures any time soon. For now just keep an eye on her and the surroundings. I get the feeling that you’ll be far more helpful than an average guard. I thank you in advance.”

“Why, I am happy to be of service,” the raven spoke, again sounding happy. “If you’d like, I can take a better position away from you to observe. However, I’d think that you need viable communication for keeping things in proper motion. In such a case; I’d recommend leaving an Arcane Connection to you, so that I am able to whisper words to you from a distance.”

“An Arcane Connection? Sure. I’ll leave the distance you travel up to you, but stay close enough to respond to danger if something is to happen. Most importantly, make sure you don’t attract too much attention.”

The agent flapped his wing, and a black feather dropped to Sherlock’s hand. “That will let me have an Arcane Connection to you. Worry not, being a raven is precisely done to avoid attention. I will report anyone approaching our dear Lorelei here. Perhaps we can talk too, if you’re bored.”

“So long as the mission comes first,” Sherlock said. “ I must say that I would indeed fancy a conversation. Besides, a civil exchange between two men who have blood on their hands is a rare thing. Anything you’d like to talk about in particular?”

“Mnm… there isn’t much to speak of outside politics in my case. Pardon me, I work with the society in my mundane life,” the man answered. Sherlock couldn’t tell if he was smiling, but assumed that he was from the tone. “Have you heard of the recent renovation plans for the entirety of Britain? It seems that the Queen is finally turning her gaze to the poor living places of the commoners.”

“Indeed I have. The Queen been pushing her power around recently, and seems especially strict about improving the quality of life and security for citizens. Bold moves, though I would suspect the Parliament will take steps to slow her down. I find her actions naive, but idealistic.”

“Absolutely. The Parliament wouldn’t want the Queen to over-spend, despite understanding her point of view,” the raven replied in agreement. “I wouldn’t use a †˜but’ there. Haha. I find her dangerous. She is clearly aware of our Society, and is willing to take actions. It is a little irritable considering how she kills two birds with one stone, every time.”

“If she understands the Society then she also understands how much she is dealing with. She’s a threat, no doubt, but her naivety may cause her to bite more than she can chew. She hasn’t pointed her sword towards me yet, nor does she have a reason to. Someone like you has likely caught her eye though I assume?”

“She definitely understands. However, I am curious as to know exactly †˜what’ you find naive. There aren’t many things for the leader to do other than work for their people tirelessly… or be greedy and arrogant,” the raven said, sounding very curious. “Considering my position, I’d doubt not that she has a keen attention upon me. However, I feel that a famous person such as you would probably be under her eyes… ah, pardon me if I’ve said too much.”

“Every leader that leads is naive in one way or another. Such is their job, that is why people follow them. She is idealistic and that is why she is able to work for her country in such a way. However, there is no such thing as a perfect nation as even the best will crumble under its own weight. Mind you, I did not say being naive is a bad thing, in fact it’s probably good, but she may pay for it in spades one day.

“And I may be †˜famous’, but my actions are sporadic and linear. Even if there are people with their eyes on me, I doubt I am threatening anyone.”

“Hmm… I see. Well, I am not surprised. We revolutionise, and the luddites show up. For every good thing comes a bad, and in that manner I can see a country crumbling as easily as it stands. I appreciate your view, perhaps we’ll get along just fine.”

“I would hope so. I am most surprised that you do not find my notions more appalling. Naturally, this line of thinking can be rather radical in regards to a governing system. However, that’s what makes the Society powerful. It’s old, and it has lasted because it is fluid. It doesn’t need to please anyone. The citizen-loving Queen has already been forced to go to war. The crack in the ice can only get worse. I’d be careful if I were in your position though.”

After half an hour, another transmission took place.

“The location is confirmed. The coordinates are updated on the map,” the voice informed, speaking out the precise coordinates for them to follow on the map. “This is where the Time Warrior was supposed to be cornered. They have finally lured her there.”

“Understood,” Takeru responded.

The transmission ended once again.

“If it went as planned as it said… the Time Warrior should be in a place full of small buildings. We’d have alleys and other houses for cover, however crude it sounds.”

“All is going to change once that big wave the Duchess is preparing comes in. Let’s not count on that. It’ll have to do for now.”

“It should be flooding the streets. Which is an advantage if you think about what we we’re dealing with. It’d be definitely harder to maintain a position to attack, especially if Sagittarius is a ranged warrior as I’ve heard before.”

“Oh, she is? Interesting. Time to put these to the test then.” Aramus clenched both fists, a current of wind surrounding them. “I have a little surprise later.”

“I look forward to it.”

Leaving the Duchess behind, the group, Team C detached from Team B. Most of the members of Team B would likely be working with both information relaying through magical channels set for communication via Arcane Connections, and supplying mana for the ritual spell the Duchess planned to cast. The Duchess intended to go over to the site after she finished. She’d likely appear with a few escorts to the battlefield.

Aramus, Takeru, and the others leapt through buildings and structures. Based on their observations, the storm seemed to have not done much to the citizens of Japanese. When Aramus looked down, he found that some structures could actually generate special force fields meant to deflect rain specifically. Who knew what those fields could withstand beyond rain? However, the storm was still fierce enough to make the pedestrians retreat to the buildings. The lightings illuminated the city almost ceaselessly, he wondered if the Duchess’ spell would be a waste of precious mana.

Takeru picked up his phone, and noted that the network was likely too bad for call use, and put it away. He then placed his hand on his ear, he was likely being conveyed a message through a magical channel.

Aramus could feel a voice coming to his ear too. He placed a hand on his ear to block out the excessive noise of the storm’s rain and thunder.

“Team A managed to take care of the Japanese forces that tried to protect the Time Warrior. There may still be some of them out there. Be on alert!” the voice said, and soon the transmission ended.

“Seems like they’re really setting up the stage for us,” Takeru commented, a smirk growing on his face. He was somewhat glad that the students behind him couldn’t see it. Then again, the visibility had already dropped in the storm. It’d be harder than usual to see it from the back.

“At least there’s some competent ones in there, eh?” Aramus said, joining his compatriot in the rain. He looked up and around them, noting the force fields and wondered if they had a personal version. Those would be convenient. “This mission smells like bad news, I hope its enough for the Duchess.”

“I would hope so,” Takeru replied, bringing back his usual smile. “The Japanese aren’t stupid, and it is a little too soon to say that we’ve got the Time Warrior cornered as Team A put it on their report.”

“I wouldn’t believe a word they say until confirming it myself. That double entendre though,” Aramus said, laughing. “Boasting about oneself is no good, Mikaido sensei.”

“We’re Magic Magisters, so we’re often excused for a little bit of boasting, are we not?” Takeru replied, chuckling. “I have to say, we’re lucky to have the Duchess around. I wouldn’t want the entire planning going through the spy team’s remnants, however harsh that sounds.”

“Indeed we are. A Magister has to count for something.” Aramus said before looking ahead, still grumbling to himself. “I’ll chew what's left of them after this operation.”

The team then made way, following the given coordinates to find their target.

(BGM: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JAXfUKb30k)

Aramus and Elizabeth soon joined the group after leaving the hotel they had stayed in. They then traveled to a different location which – according to the Duchess – was a place reserved by them. Magic was used to make every security camera useless. The mundanes were hypnotized, so that they wouldn’t approach the entire establishment anymore. A few were assigned to guard the premises just in case.

The Duchess, Aramus, and Takeru sat across a table, but with most of the members behind them.

“Alright, let us begin,” Takeru said, prompting the Duchess to begin her speech.

“As you know it, the groups are divided between: Team A, B, and C. We are Team B and C here. We had Team B take control of this building, and they’re going to be relaying any relevant information to us, and Team A. As Team C, we’ll be heading out soon, leaving Team B here,” the Duchess begun.

“Team B has a Scrying Surface up in here, yes?” Takeru asked, curious.

“Indeed they do, it is operated by Miss Mathilde here,” the Duchess answered, motioning her hand towards the person who had just walked in sloppily, apparently coming down here from her Scrying Surface.

Mathilde smiled, making an exaggerated salute. Was her face red just now, for some reason?

“Moving on,” the Duchess said, “Team A – lead by the members of the squadron that had previously fought with our target, the Time Warrior – has decided that they will take a rough tactic for this…”

“They intend to cast the Overcast Thunderstorm spell,” Takeru added after the Duchess stopped.

“If that is what they decide is best. I could always use a little bit more wind and lightning,” Aramus said with a wink. Inwardly, he was still stewing about the other members withholding information.

“Those spells would indeed work in our favour, Mister Valmark.” The Duchess gave a nod, smiling. “Especially for those using the forms: Aurum and Aquam.”

Takeru adjusted his glasses. “Considering the visibility however… it is a double-edged sword, I would think. But perhaps it is for the best. It might be a little tricky for me, in fact.”

Aramus waved his hand dismissively. “If Team A is deciding upon this strategy, they should have the necessary preparations for all of us. That… raincoat spell should work fine for visibility and preventing our own from getting wet. Wouldn’t want to fry any of you by accident now.”

“Indeed, I wouldn’t want friendly fire, either.” Takeru nodded deeply. It’d be regretful to crush the head of a friend. “Albeit, it might be a bit too much to ask for all of us to be enchanted with said spell.”

“And I know you’re perfectly capable of that, poor apple. So, does anyone here know that particular spell? It’s for the benefit of the group as a whole.” Aramus chuckled as he asked the people around him.

“Umm, I can help with that,” a student from his own class came out of the crowd and spoke up, raising his hand. “But please let me just stay outside the battlefield in exchange.” Aramus noted that the boy’s legs were shaking. The spell was indeed handy, but it wouldn’t be so useful in a storm of such a calibre, yet it was better than nothing.

Aramus whistled, one of his own batch proving to be useful? This was something. “I don’t see a problem with that. If you are unable to battle, find a way to support us as best you can.” Aramus did raise an eyebrow at the boy’s attitude but it was to be expected against a Time Warrior. “Does anyone else within the group share the same opinion as my dear student?”

Aramus didn’t get any †˜yes’ he could be sure of, not with the aversion of gazes anyway.

“I suppose it is alright as long as someone can do it,” Takeru said, giving a forced smile.

“Here’s the real deal… I want you two to stall the Time Warrior,” the Duchess said, continuing the planning session, facing Takeru and Aramus solemnly. “It’ll take time for me to cast my spell.”

Aramus gave a nonchalant shrug. “Not my problem everyone wants to die,” he muttered under his breath and then louder: “I’ll try my best to do so or at least, die trying. Let’s hope it doesn’t come down to that, Duchess. We can’t have our competition that way.” He grinned at her, eyes full of mischief.

“This may sound insulting to Team A, but I’m afraid I cannot rely on their straight-forward attack tactic with the aid of just a storm,” the Duchess begun, looking down at the map laid out for them over the table. “I am going to summon Neptune’s Wrath. It will take some time to cast, however, the tide should not only make it far more effective a battlefield for an Aquam user such as myself, but it would also help to wipe out potential help that would arrive for the Time Warrior from the Japanese Government. Water isn’t so good for electronics, yes? This – along with the storm – would wipe out their communication lines, I hope. I may be underestimating their technology, however.”

Aramus nodded slowly before opening his mouth to speak. “I’m afraid modern electronics might come with some water proofing so it might take more than that to prevent such things from coming to pass. I’ll help where I can with my own spells. See how much voltage they can take.” A quick smirk and spark from his fingertips accentuated his point. It went without saying that failure on anybody’s part would be a failure for the entire team, especially with the stakes this high.

“This is true,” Takeru said, seemingly glum. “But it would be a big hindrance nonetheless, so I like this idea. Even if they are aware of the situation; we’re at an advantage as long as they’re unable to take proper action.”

“And with that in mind… who wants to supply me some mana for my ritual spell?” the Duchess asked, turning to the others. It didn’t take even a moment for a couple of members to raise their hands. Popularity was one thing that could get followers and helpers any day for the Duchess.

“If you’ll excuse me Duchess, I will need a word with a few of them.” Aramus snapped his fingers, getting out of his chair. “Students, please gather. Whether or not you are one of mine does not matter.” Likely, they hadn’t seen this side of Aramus for there was no need at the academy.

The students gathered, somewhat reluctantly, the other members of the teaching staff were few, grouped with the ones summoned from England. It seemed like most of the forces of the teams were made from students. Were they that short on magicians for battle?

His face twitched as it took in the number of students and anger silently bubbled within him. Aramus pushed it back down, both the anger and pity. “I’m not going to call you out for earlier, you know who you are. This operation is of utmost importance, I’m sure that’s why you students are here.” He took a breath, looking across the numerous faces.

“The battle will be fierce and many of you will fall. This is not my class anymore, failure is not a trip to the infirmary and for you to laugh about afterwards. There will come a time in the battle that it will be too much and if you think you cannot handle it, pull back.” Aramus looked pointedly at Elizabeth as he said this, for once not the bumbling teacher he was in school. “You are all mages, you know what it means to be one. I understand the prestige is alluring but do not forget the families that you have as well. It will not help when you are dead.”

Aramus folded his hands behind his back as he paced in front of the students. “Nonetheless, I applaud you for joining us today. Courage, pride, all your emotions. They do not matter on the battlefield. You fight to win, and winning is living. If that means the death of your enemies, then so be it. That is all, you have your orders so get to it.”

“...Yeees,” some of them replied lazily, as if reluctantly. No, it was definitely reluctant. Aramus was used to these kind of replies. The students moved back to their place, only Elizabeth standing as they left.

“Yes, teacher,” she sincerely said, but it seemed like she wouldn’t turn away without a fight. Which was likely fine.

Aramus said nothing as he turned away from her but accepted her words with a quick nod. Experiencing it first hand was always the best way. How many would live to tell the tale would be another thing altogether. He pulled his chair and sat down, leaning on the table. “I pity them.” He said softly, watching as the students got ready.

As Aramus came back, he found the Duchess speaking on the phone.

“Yes, I see… very well. Understood,” she said, momentarily putting the phone down.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen,” she started, getting off her chair. “I bid you all cast aside your fear and take up your courage. Team A have just now informed me that they successfully begun their raid on the Time Warrior. In this operation, we’re referring to her as Sagittarius. Obvious name, yes? Then I suppose you realise what we’re dealing with here. Team A has also cast their ritual spell, but it is only taking shape at the moment. Unfortunately for them, they have taken some damage already.”

“...Just so you know,” Takeru interrupted, “it takes courage to call it quits and give up on glory for now too. Please turn back and leave this to us adults if you understand that you cannot continue your participation in this operation, as Valmark sensei said.”

Aramus laughed at Takeru’s words, adding in a few of his own. “You live, we take down Sagittarius. Everyone’s happy, maybe minus a few limbs and other parts, but still.”

“The remainder of Team A will join us as we make way for our target, Sagittarius. The spell casting of Neptune’s Wrath shall be carried out by me here. In other words, we’re going to be splitting up right now. Team B will stay here, and will relay information when necessary. I shall stay with Miss Mathilde as I cast my spell. I will need members of Team B to supply me some mana for the ritual spell, as mentioned earlier. Mister Takeru, Mister Valmark, till I get to the site, I will leave command to you two. Make use of it however you will, I trust that you two will make sensible decisions in my absence,” the Duchess declared.

“I will do my best,” Takeru said, giving a light bow. Aramus bowed as well, no one noticing as he grinned ferally in that posture.

“Are we all on the same page?” The Duchess looked from left to right to confirm the determined expressions of her peers. “Very well. I hereby declare the commencement of the operation!”

The night’s curtain had fallen, and Mary and Claudia had gone out for the night. The two opted for not having dinner at home as they’d simply go to the café. This spared Mary the effort of having to cook again for the remainder of the day, and gave the two more time to spend outdoors. The café wasn’t meant for dinners, but they still had some offers on menu that would serve well for the occasion.

Passing along the streets of Square Miles, the two made way for their destination. The streets were bustling even now as many seemed to prefer having dinner at restaurants rather than at home. The evening had only just begun, so it was far from the quiet and desolate streets of night under the law of curfew at the moment.

“Oh, hardly any customers, as usual,” Mary commented, apparently not surprised. Why a good café such as this lacked customers in the evening was unfortunately clear; it was a central area in the city where many better restaurants were open, too. Thus, the café was simply not popular at an hour like this.

The two entered gingerly, eyeing the tables and chairs for a vacant spot to take over. There was a couple having dinner at one table, and a lone lady at another – who Claudia found somewhat familiar from the height and colour of the hair. The attendant who’d serve them in the morning rushed over to the two.

“Oh! Good evening you two. It is certainly rare to find you two here now?” she greeted with a question, clearly surprised.

“Mnm, there was not much to do and I was curious how the café would fare in this time of night,” Claudia answered. “I suppose it is alright to have dinner outdoors once in a while, no?”

“Well, regardless of the reasons; you two are more than welcome to this… desolate café. Please take a seat you two.”

The two thus went over to the table beside the one inhabited by the young lady and sat down before the attendant went over to get the menu.

“I think she is…” Mary whispered to Claudia, despite feeling that Claudia already knew herself.

Claudia let out a small gasp but stifled it quickly as she grazed eyes with the woman that sat next to the two. “Merde, Catherine…” she uttered, recalling their battle...and what Claudia did to her. “Here all of nights...?”

“She is our evening visitor. Pretty, is she not? I wonder if she is from a family of nobles,” the attendant spoke from beside Claudia’s ear. As astounding as her sudden presence sounded, it startled the two when they realised she was already back with a pair of menu leaflets for the two.

“She is pretty, indeed. But…” Claudia began, a stroke of air caught in her throat. “I cannot say we are on good terms at the moment.”

“Mn? Is it someone you know, then?” the girl asked curiously. One could say that her instincts for spicy gossips and rumours were already at work, but Mary wasn’t sure what to say.

Claudia nodded in response. “Well, you could say that. There was...a mishap between us and I never got the chance to apologise for it, especially when I recently promised myself to. That's all,” she said, propping her chin on her palm.

“Then why not do it now?” Mary asked, wondering what was making her stay glued to the chair.

“Well…” Claudia sighed as she rose from her seat, hesitantly at that. “I’ll do it...but I really don’t plan to beat about the bush.” Sighing once more, Claudia approached the seated Catherine and greeted her nervously, expecting a negative reaction. “B-Bonjour...Catherine,” she greeted, albeit incorrectly. Perhaps England had swayed Claudia’s own native language.

“We will move to another table to give you some space,” Mary whispered before pulling the excited attendant away with her.

“Bonsoir, mademoiselle Claudia,” Catherine greeted formally and respectfully to Claudia – seeing Mary move away to the other side of the café – almost as if expecting Claudia to speak to her.

Taken aback by the unexpectedly pleasant greeting, Claudia's words were caught in her tongue as she stammered uneasily to find them. “Ahh… listen, about our battle – back at the academy – I, erm, wanted to apologize for what happened. I was not in the right state of mind, you see,” Claudia explained.

“My, why apologise for such an act?” Catherine asked, apparently lost to the reason behind the apology.

“...If my mind travels back to that day, I recall we were barred from… using forbidden spells, and yet the heat and adrenaline of battle swayed me to do so anyways.” Claudia replied.

“It is not simply the usage, but the very knowledge of said spells that the Queen forbids. I care not what magecraft you employ for combat, personally. For I find great pleasure in viewing the true nature of individuals,” Catherine said, a devilish giggle escaping her lips. “You were only doing what you felt like, yes? That is fine; beauty lies in those who act with freedom, and are devoid of restraints.”

Claudia absentmindedly smiled from that, as she related very closely to what Catherine had explained. She felt silly thinking those things about her; being a snob and whatnot. She wanted to impose more as to why her act was wrong, but Catherine had explained her piece. There was no point in arguing against it. Flipping a strand of gold from her eye, an even bigger smile crept up to bless Claudia's features. “I… thank you for understanding, mon amie. But, I must say doing as I pleased bode consequences that are fairly dire for my position,” she said.

“De rien,” Catherine promptly replied, her smile portraying her apparent vivacity. “That is because you hold a rather pitiful position. How unfortunate. While one should maintain freedom, there are times when they must exact it with care.” These words followed rather casually in her respectable tone, almost as if she was throwing thorns towards the Duke. Catherine indeed held no sense of restraint on her part.

“I see… pitiful,” Claudia said to herself, chortling after giving Catherine's words much thought. “So what are you ebbing to? That I must think differently of my position?” she asked, curious.

Catherine shook her head, denying the guess. “Oh no, of course not, you are free to think however you wish,” she answered after a moment. “You cannot change a position from thinking differently about it,” she stated cordially. “You may as well change it, if you are uncomfortable with it.”

Claudia hummed and quirked a brow as she stared into the ceiling. “Change it, hm? It doesn't sound like a far cry from what I was planning...” she said, thinking still. “Hnn, why not? I grow tired of serving one so deadpan and cold. But then the next course of action would be finding what else would suit me."

“I may lend you a new situation. However, you hold ties still to The Society.” The girl frankly voiced an issue. One would wonder how she even came into possession of such information.

“How do you know I…” Claudia began, taken aback. But she then shook her head, dismissing it. “No matter. I could simply be quit of their lot. It wasn't like I had much tenure to begin with.” Claudia shrugged.

“I see,” Catherine responded, extending her glove-covered hand out to Claudia slowly. Her hand gently laid itself over her cheek, the smooth fabric of the black glove was pleasing to the touch for Claudia. “You are prone to switching loyalty rather easily, or is it just me?” she grinned, articulating her question.

“...Perhaps those whom I have been loyal up to this point have proved unsavoury,” she remarked, smirking defiantly. "So maybe it is just you."

Catherine soon retracted her arm after listening to her statement – carefully eyeing her countenance – and as soon as she did so; a voice entered Claudia’s head – directly into her mind. It spoke thus: “If you truly wish for a new situation; seek me out in the West End in the city of Westminster, Piccadilly. I shall await you at the Ritz Hotel.” Was it a Corpus spell implanted into her head to relay a special message?

The girl's eyes grew wide as she listened to the voice. It was Catherine's, but she appeared to have not spoken as the voice resounded. Soon, Claudia regulated herself and nodded, understanding completely.

“Tomorrow evening, and please; arrive alone,” the voice added. Catherine soon finished her tea and stood up, picking up her parasol. “Bonne soiree, it was a pleasure speaking to you, Claudia.”

"Likewise. May we cross paths once more," Claudia replied, smiling.

Catherine then exited, apparently leaving behind a slip of paper as payment. The attendant beamed a smile towards Catherine as she left from picking up the apparent payment, happy.

Mary approached Claudia with a worried expression. “Well, how did it go? Looked like it went well, has she forgiven you?” Mary asked, a solemn look on her face.

Claudia nodded. “She took it rather well; better than I thought, actually,” she said. “I would even go as far to say that we are now acquainted.” Claudia seemed like the most amused girl in the world as she said that.

“I see, that is rather surprising news, yet most welcome at that!” Mary remarked – her expression relaxed as spoke, feeling glad for her friend – as the two returned to their original table and chairs. “I suppose we have delayed our dinner enough, however, for I feel famished now.”

"Well order away, I for one am not that hungry from the small bites of fricassee from earlier, but I'll order something anyways; maybe something to drink perhaps," Claudia said, looking over her menu.

“You read this one yourself,” Charlotte said, pointing to one of the lower paragraphs of the article where information about Caroline was given.

Claudia peered down to the newspaper, reading the part with an uninterested look on her face. Then she realised why the two seemed so surprised; according to the newspaper, Caroline was the Duchess who slayed a Time Warrior in the past. Additionally, it had also mentioned that she was a Dark Knight.

“Eh? Now that’s interesting,” Claudia said, amazed. “As expected, she must be quite the warrior if she was called by the Queen.”

“Oh, yes she is,” Charlotte said, regaled by the glory of the Duchess. “She is also a real war veteran who had successful operations throughout the Secret Great Mages war.”

“Pardon her,” Mary said, not carrying the same – excited – tone as Charlotte. “She is a big fan of her, you see.”

“I do not mind, it is normal for one to get excited for a war veteran capable of such a feat. I am rather uppity about it, myself.” replied Claudia with a smile.

“That’s right, Mary!” Charlotte said. “Be more excited, it’s the Duchess Caroline we’re talking about!”

“Ahaha…” Mary laughed, all stiff with a forced smile.

“Oh, and guess what, she publishes monthly reports of her research,” Charlotte said, finding a kindred spirit in Claudia, spreading the love. “As a scholar, she researches and invents spells effective for combat use and shares some of the details with aspiring warriors.”

“Really? I don’t suppose any of those details could be shared with me, no?” Claudia asked, dismissing the fact that her Dark Knight status had been taken away for the moment.

“I can share them with you soon,” Charlotte answered. “I have a rather large collection of her publishings.”

“Well, splendid. Perhaps that could impact my performance as a Knight,” Claudia said with a satisfied smile.

“Hopefully it would,” Charlotte replied, jolly. “Although adopting most of her principles and techniques would require quite the amount of training and patience.”

“Ah, I see,” Claudia said in thought. Taking from her last fight, she really had problems lasting long to which she would end up dying or passing out from the first three hits. Now that she thought of it, Claudia was a really fragile girl despite training for many years. Hell, her wounds still bothered her to this day. “Technique and patience, hm…” Claudia put a hand on her chin and thought deeply on those two words, wondering what it took to have those things, because to be honest, Claudia was naive enough to think she had those things from the beginning.

“Is something the matter?” Mary asked, noting Claudia’s expression.

“It annoys me how I’ve been given the title of Dark Knight when I’ve hardly any fighting ability to last a single match,” answered Claudia, pointing to her side which still had bandages wrapped around it under the shirt she wore. “If only I could become stronger…”

“That is weird, did you have a frail body from birth?” Mary asked, puzzled, “Or maybe you didn’t received enough training?”

“The Duke could have his reasons for accelerating your training too. You never know,” Charlotte said. “But maybe training with the Duchess’ publishings might help.”


“Perhaps,” Claudia said, to Charlotte. “I am what others would call †˜petite’, I’m afraid that is what caused this.” Now self-conscious about her body, Claudia darted eyes back and forth to the girl’s bodies and her own, nervous.

“Hmm… really? I couldn’t tell,” Mary shrugged.

“Well, everyone has their shortcomings,” Charlotte stated.

“Mnm. That much is true,” added Claudia.

“So, you plan to train now?” asked Mary, cranking her head to the side with curiosity. She wondered exactly how she’d go about it.

Claudia raised an eyebrow. “Not… really? I would need to wait a little while before training again,” she fibbed, thinking of an answer not to reveal to them that her knighthood was taken – at least to Charlotte, anyways.

“I see,” Mary said, somewhat thoughtlessly. “Well, I was wondering where you’d be doing it. Doing it over at my lodgings would certainly be a little dangerous…”

“Well I wouldn’t want to break any of your personal belongings. That would be bad for the both of us,” Claudia replied with a chuckle.

“Indeed, and my room happens to be of humble space,” Mary stated. “Or, well, small. I suppose it is good enough. It was very cramped when I once had three guests, however.”

“Ah...that may take a bit of getting used to…” Claudia said nervously; wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead.

“Mn… I’d love to come over too, but I have so much homework…” Charlotte said, lamenting being a good student for once.

“What a shame, I would have loved for you to come by. We could have had something of one of those get togethers children have – what are they called? Sleepovers?” Claudia asked out of curiosity. “Honestly, I am not too worried about the assignments at the moment; they can wait. I’m no underachiever, but I also do not really care for them either.”

“Well, you quit, after all,” Mary said, slightly jealous that Claudia had some extent of freedom.

“I sure am worried,” Charlotte said, “The research assignments aren’t even practice materials anymore. We’re carrying on our experiments even at home now for the research group I am in,” she added.

“Must be an important experiment,” Claudia said, with a hum of thought. “And I suppose it is still a secret, yes?”

“Of course,” Charlotte answered without any delay.

The attendant came over to the girls, seeing the vivid sight of a vivacious atmosphere and brought over more biscuits and scones as an extra and additional service with a big grin. “So, how was our tea today? I daresay they were lovelier than usual?”

“Delicious,” Mary responded immediately.

“I may only say the same,” Charlotte followed after her.

Claudia nodded in ardent agreement with the two. “Indeed, even more marvelous than yesterday,”

“I see, that makes me happy even though it wasn’t me but Mrs. Pearse who got it. I hope the lady in the evening will be just as pleased,” the attendant said, giggling to herself.

“I have heard that business in the evening never goes well?” Charlotte inquired, a hint of surprised loomed in her expression.

“So I heard,” Mary said, perplexed all the same. “Since most ladies and gentlemen prefers the bigger restaurants, I believe?”

In London, due to the curfew, most dinners were dined much earlier before eight in the clock, and this café was hardly a popular choice around such times. People would prefer much fancier or larger restaurants. Cafés like these were fancied in the morning and seldom for lunch.

“Well, we’ve recently started finding a visitor or two around evening. I suppose we’re starting to turn a new leaf,” the girl replied to the ladies across the table, delighted.

“Well that is good to hear. I would hate to see this place go belly up, especially when I just got settled in,” Claudia commented. “However, you can never have too many people. It couldn’t hurt to try and attract more.”

“They actually get quite the number of customers despite being located in this busy city center of the capital,” Mary said, complimenting.

“Oh no, we’re not that popular…”

“Well we didn’t say popular yet,” Charlotte chuckled.

“Indeed, I believe you have the potential to be, though,” Claudia nodded sagely. “I know nothing about businesses, but if life experiences have taught me anything, if you... put out, a little more, you will most definitely be awarded for it.”

“I sure hope so!” the attendant nodded energetically. “Now, if you people will excuse me, I must look into our other customers. Have a good day, ladies!” she went off saying that.

“So, Claudia,” Mary begun, “When do you plan to head home to pick up some of your stuff?”

“As soon as we depart, I suppose,” Claudia answered simply.

“Well, why don’t we depart, then?” Mary asked, finishing another cup of her tea at last before grabbing a few scones and munching them down. “This is something better off dealt with early.”

“Then I shall be on my way. There is a plethora of research to deal with at home,” Charlotte nodded, finishing her tea too.

Claudia rose from her seat after finishing off the rest of her tea and gave a bow to Charlotte. “Well I wish you luck on your research. Adieu, Charlotte. Shall we?”

Mary nodded, Charlotte smiled, and the two got up, departing from their comforting chairs.

“Let us be off, then,” Mary said. The three parted from the café.

Claudia remained silent once more, realising mentally this was her last chance to turn back from her decision. However, she was already in too deep with this. After all, she already decided she was leaving. “Yes...I see no reason why I should not – after all, the Duke knows me only as some brigand who used a forbidden spell out of impulse. I'm positive that no matter how hard I try to forget about it, the fact of the matter that I did it will stick with me forever. He won't let me forget about it either, I'm sure.” Claudia said, going through with her decision.

“You can really no longer be a Dark Knight. Are you sure about this?” Mary asked again despite hearing the answer. “Think of all the things he bought for you, and how he gave a girl enslaved by slavers a luxurious room to live in. All those books – erotic as they may be – that you bought were from his money. You’d lose all of these luxuries if you do this.”

“Je m'en fous. For what cause if I have to live with and serve a man who completely hates me, now? I was in love with him, for Heaven's sake. I never used his money anyway, that can burn for all I care. And as for being a Dark Knight? I never had the honour to be given that title to begin with…” Claudia said, repeating what the Duke said last night.

You did spend his money, though. Those books weren’t given out for free… Mary wanted to voice, but decided against it. “Then I’ll put it like this,” Mary sighed, “do you really want to sever yourself from the man you love just for this, and not persevere?”

“For what reason do I need to anymore? It is obvious I am vilified by anyone who witnessed me use the spell. It is a wonder I wasn’t exiled.” Claudia replied. “To tell the truth? No, I don’t want to sever myself, but a person of my caliber and background does not deserve that pleasure,” she answered, completely dejected from reason.

“Not everyone knows that you used the spell. Only your teacher from the combat lesson saw it. The staff members have only heard of it. The Director likely wants to keep it under the wraps,” Mary replied, trying to reason with her regardless. “Remember that the most that can take place is a rumor for people to talk about. The Duke has special intel, but not everyone has such a thing.”

Claudia sighed deeply, putting her head into her hands. “Mary...if I decide to stay with this man, I want you to tell me to my face that this decision will not end up being in vain,” she said, completely regretful that she did not try to resist Mary’s words longer.

“No,” Mary shook her head. “I do not want to appear pretentious,” she stated, smiling. “I want you to decide for yourself. I know that I have acted as a busybody enough, for I am concerned. But,” she said, sighing, and then continuing, “I personally think that it is not a good decision to leave him, but you’re going to have to come to a conclusion on your own.”

This is going to sound a bit cliched, but ask your heart: what do you really want to do?” she said, placing a hand on her own heart. “Just so you know, if you do leave him; perhaps you can come over to my lodging temporarily before you find a new place to settle in.”

Resting her chin on her hand, Claudia thought long and hard for what seemed like a long time, followed by a few hums of deep thought. She truly did take Mary’s suggestion to consideration – as generic as it sounded. Claudia heaved a long sigh as she finally came with her decision. “I will stay for now. After all, the Duke...really is the man I love, right?” Claudia said, mocking a smile.

“Though...I think I will take you up on your offer to stay at your lodgings – just for the time being, of course.”

“Eh?” Mary uttered, startled. “If you’ve decided to stay with the Duke, why come over to me?”

“Because she wants to cheat on me,” a different voice answered with a laugh. It was Charlotte. “Good day to you two,” she greeted, taking a seat.

Somehow, Claudia’s spirits were slightly more lifted than before, bringing her face to a small yet authentic smile. “Bonjour, Charlotte.” she greeted.

“Well, I suppose she is cheating on the Duke too,” Charlotte continued off her previous comment with a smile as if she knew just what was going on. “This girl is a master of affairs, I tell you,” she faced Mary as she stated her conclusion, apparently warning the innocent girl.

“That must be true,” Mary agreed, nodding deeply.

“H-Hey now, I’m not cheating on anyone. I am merely weighing my options.” Claudia said with a wry smile, taking to the girls’ joke.

“So, what are you gonna do with your belongings?” Mary asked, “I’d think bringing a few of your things is customary for staying over,” she elaborated her reason for her question. “Unless you’re fine with wearing spare clothes from my closet.”

Claudia put a finger on her lip and stared up to the sky, thinking. “I would only think to bring a few books, maybe one or two extra outfits. I wouldn’t want to burden you too much.” Claudia said in thought for her friend. She was merely sleeping there for a few days to completely regain her composure and let her Master cool off. Claudia had no intention of imposing on Mary more than she already was.

“Ahh, I thought that you’d try not to show face for some time to make him realise how much he loves you,” Mary teasingly responded, putting a finger below her lips.

“Oh. That wasn’t the point?” Charlotte said, confused.

“Seems that way.”

“Jeez, give me a break. The Duke would likely not even realise I am gone, knowing him,” Claudia remarked. “I mean, he’s oblivious about most things it seems. All in all, he wouldn’t really care, I suppose.”

“Don’t decide that on your own,” Charlotte pointed out. “You never know what goes on in the mind of a man. Sometimes they have strange ways of showing kindness.”

“I wonder about that…” Mary looked towards Charlotte, uncertain.

Claudia chuckled with doubt to her voice. “A man showing kindness, mnm. That’s almost as fictional as the books we read. I will be damned if a man who wouldn’t have some sort of ulterior motive to showing their so-called kindness to a woman exists,” she said, scoffing.

“Who knows, maybe they do.” Mary shrugged. “Truth can be stranger than fiction. You might find a man showing kindness in an even weirder manner.”

“Oh, like a swift jab to the face, yes?” Claudia remarked with a dark chuckle.

“Welllllll, they do say that some masters are very considerate about their servants. So they teach them to not get ahead of line with a bit of, well, a helping hand,” Charlotte chuckled, taking her remark as a joke.

Claudia laughed, attempting to make good out of her situation with a little dark humor. Then again, Charlotte really didn’t know much, as she just came in. Claudia didn’t want the girl to worry for her in this case. She would only make it so that she was sleeping at Mary’s for a while just for the mere experience, perhaps. “So anyways, has much happened at the academy, Charlotte?” Claudia asked, steering the topic.

“Just a lot of research on my side,” Charlotte answered, “my teacher insisted that I help with it, so I skipped my other classes,” she added, then sighed, as if she was tired. She wanted to get the attention of the attendant about now, but she seemed to be busy getting other customers’ their orders.

“That’s new.” Mary tilted her head. “I didn’t think the professor would have you skip class for it.”

“A new discovery in sight, he says,” Charlotte replied, giving her shoulders a jerk.

"A discovery? Mnm, it must be a spectacle for you to skip class over. What was it?" asked Claudia, leaning forward in interest.

“That, I am not allowed to share with you two,” Charlotte said, raising a finger in delight. “Until we publish the information.”

“Stingy,” Mary commented.

“Shame,” Claudia replied with a simple shrug.

“So… what do we talk about today?” Charlotte said, the attendant was now setting the tea, and came with a tray holding some more biscuits. Just how much did these girls liked to order? She sipped on her tea. “This tea is exquisite. Where is it from?”

“India.” The attendant beamed a smile at her. “Lady Pearse got it shipped in yesterday.”

“I see,” Charlotte said as she attendant left.

Seeing the attendant go off, Mary faced Charlotte. “Now that I think about it; they never actually †˜ship’ any goods to England, do they?”

“Indeed,” Charlotte nodded.

“Why wouldn’t they? Despite the war with Japan, I would think England would still have ties with the other countries,” Claudia said.

“That’s not it,” Mary answered, shaking her head.

“Did you forget that England is surrounded by a dome of cloud?” Charlotte said, trying to remind Claudia. “They can only use the Magic Portals for transportation of goods. The mundanes are clearly lied to regarding the shipping matters. No ships can cross through that wall.”

“Ahaha...perhaps I know too less about London, than I thought,” Claudia said, mocking a nervous chuckle.

“Actually, why do you know so less?” Mary asked, curious. “You seemed to not know about a café you likely pass through everyday.”

Claudia scratched the back of her head in thought. “To be honest, I don’t...really go anywhere besides the academy and home. Granted my occupation, I had no other desire to go anywhere but the same two places over and over again, and I have repeated that since I first arrived in England at a young age,” she explained.

“You must’ve liked that luxurious room,” Mary teased.

“A maidservant having a luxurious room? Why, isn’t she living the life,” Charlotte said, as if envious.

“Eh, it had its share of ups and downs. First, I had to get past the sickness of not being home. Other than that, as time passed I felt like a mundane repeating the same cycle everyday without any indication of a change,” Claudia said, crossing a leg over the other.

“And then, you took up the eroticas,” Charlotte followed up, completing the story for her. “That said, what about that book you said you’d share?”

Mary’s forehead met her palm almost immediately. How did it get to this lewd topic? Again? She remained silent nonetheless.

“Oh, calm yourself, mon cheri. I know how adamant you are. I will try to keep myself at bay, for your sake,” Claudia said reassuringly, patting Mary on the back with a chuckle. “As for the book, I have it here.” She reached into her school bag – god knows why she brought it in the first place if she did not plan to attend class today – and pulled a book with a rather interesting cover in appearance. The title, in all white text, read Fifty Shades of Grey. Claudia smiled as she handed it to Charlotte. “Here you are.”

Mary put Claudia’s hand away with a scoff. “Oh, please, you deviant. Don’t infect me by doing that.”

“Why thank you.” Charlotte received the book with glee. “I’ll give it a read tonight.”

Claudia giggled at Mary’s foul gesture, just adoring her reactions each time she and Charlotte visited this topic. “You are most welcome. I hope you enjoy it more than I have,” Claudia said with a wink.

“I hope so too,” Charlotte said, placing the book inside her bag.

Michael woke up when he rolled off the sofa and found himself over the carpet. Apparently, he did finished cleaning up somehow before he fell asleep, for disregarding the sofa, the rest of the room was tidy. He raised his head to look toward the bed, and saw Laura was still fast asleep. Michael decided to take a bath and began disrobing his coat, which to him, looked irreparable. He sighed at the prospect of having to pay for another one before taking another glance at the sleeping girl. To be completely honest, her ears piqued his curiosity but her reaction when he asked about it was rather dangerous.

Now that he looked at her closely, was her pillow wet? Michael thought, approaching the woman to inspect it. Perhaps she dropped a glass of water again somehow? But then, how’d she get the water on the pillow to begin with? Michael looked over her with a bewildered expression; noting that her fox ears were visible when she was asleep.

“Mommy…” The faint whisper was all he needed to hear to know that the pillow was in fact stained with tears. Laura seemed to be crying in her sleep. Perhaps she was having a nightmare. Was it a product of the vampire’s bite? He didn’t know, but what he did knew was that it took a large toll on her.

Michael went towards the bed and sat beside Laura’s sleeping figure. He started stroking her hair as he spoke, quoting his mother’s words to him. “There, there. Tomorrow’s going to be better. See? We’re alive and you’re probably, hopefully not a vampire.”

“I’m sorry…” she uttered in her sleep still. “I’m so sorry,” and she repeated herself… over and over again.

Michael continued stroking Laura’s hair as he hummed Gloria, his mind starting to clear up. These past few days were rather unexpected and eventful, and he was just glad he managed to survive those two recent encounters he had. He thanked God for that.

After about ten minutes, Michael was back from the bath. He wondered if Laura had finally stopped crying.

When he stepped back to the room, he found Laura sitting on the side of the bed. For some reason, she held her head. Was she in pain? Was she still in grief?

Walking closer to his apparent commander, the knight from the Church he worked with; he was shocked to find that Laura’s eyes were flickering with a red glow. Her face was drenched, he wasn’t sure if they were tears or sweat. Perhaps both. He wasn’t sure what was going on at all. What he did know was that vampirism was something that tried to take over people, or change them for good even, but a strong will could resist it.

“Shi- Laura!” He quickly grabbed the cross he always carried, along with his gun which he quickly holstered in his pants. He rushed to Laura’s side and held the cross in one hand, pushing Laura to the bed with the other.

“Oi! Laura wake up! Shit, don’t get turned with a bite from that stalker pervert vampire! Laura!”

“Eh?” Laura uttered, her entire body stiffening up. Her eyes were blue before he knew it. “Michael? What happened?” she asked, tilting her head as if she didn’t know what happened. “...Exactly what happened?” She asked again, her face turning grimmer. Michael’s face looked as though he had seen a ghost, or something much more scary.

“You nearly turned. Your ears are one thing, but I don’t know what they’ll do when that happens in the church.” Michael relaxed, removing his hand from Laura as he spoke.

“Turned?” Laura asked, confused.

“Into a bloodsucker,” Michael said as he made chomping gestures with his hands and mouth.

“...Sounds bad,” Laura said, a solemn expression floating into her face as she put a hand under her chin, “To think it’d affect me this much.”

“We should’ve expected this. What do you want to do now?” Michael asked, taking a seat beside Laura at the bed. He found it uncomfortably soft, but put that thought at the back of his mind, focusing on the pressing matters at hand.

“I’ll rest here another day,” Laura answered. “I can’t go back without being at full strength. I’d be insulting the might of the Roman Catholic Church that they boast of so proudly,” she said, feeling bad about her current state. “You’re free to take leave,” Laura added. “I thank you for all your help, Michael,” she said, giving a slight bow with her head, all business.

“I will. If you promise not to leave this room no matter what, till I get back,” Michael said, his tone completely serious. “Would you like something from the church? A change of cloths, perhaps?”

Laura frowned. “You need not come back, I’ll take care of myself.”

“That’s not up to you. Your problem is to not get turned; mine’s is if you do. Besides, I’m doing you a favour by keeping your secret, do me a favour and just stay here for a while.” He smiled as he put his hand on her head.

“Hey, I’m still your commander – secret or not – and do not forget that,” Laura said, raising her voice to dangerous levels as she put Michael’s arm out of her way. “I said I’ll be resting, stop being meddlesome. Go take care of your sister or something.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll trust you. But know that if you do turn… No, nevermind. Rest well, and take care,” Michael replied as he stood up and picked up his wrecked coat.

“I won’t turn into a vampire,” Laura said, her voice clearly resonating across the room, making her resolve known.

“I hope so,” Michael finally said as he walked out the room, taking a small pause before closing the door.

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Michael entered the room. The attendant handed him the key and placed the first aid kit on the table. The room was beyond luxurious, a place so bright he couldn’t believe that such rooms existed throughout his life. Just looking at the sofas made him feel hesitant about even taking a sit there.

It seemed like Laura had already lost consciousness, and her breathing was much faster than before. Her body was heating up profusely, and her face appeared red.

Michael immediately laid Laura on the bed and took out the supplies he’d need to clean Laura’s wounds and to replace her bandages from the first aid kit. Carefully cutting out his handkerchief, which at this point was stained with blood, he began cleaning Laura’s wound. A few minutes later, after he finished bandaging Laura’s wound, all his exhaustion and the pain from the recent battle returned two-fold. It took him a minute or two to resist passing out, and then he went towards the washroom and moistened a towel with warm water and brought it to wipe some of the dirt off Laura.

When he reached Laura, he found her awake. Her face was awfully red – perhaps more than moments ago – and she was sweating profusely, breathing heavily too. “...You’re still awake? You should rest yourself,” she said, her fox-ears visible. “I’ll be fine.”

“How are you feeling?” Michael asked, laying the back of his palm on Laura’s forehead to check for a fever. “I’ll sleep later, since I have to clean my wounds too. Here, use this if you want to get some dirt off,” he said, offering the moistened towel to her. Michael noticed that Laura’s forehead was really hot. Was it really just a fever, or something else?

Laura weakly received the towel, wiping her face. “My head feels heavy… and something keeps trying to blacken my vision.”

Michael sensed nothing that would imply vampirism from Laura. “Really? Are you sure it’s not just your eyelids?” He tried cheering her up. “Let me check again. Excuse me.” He said, using his hand to raise his hair and expose his forehead. He closed in on Laura like he was about to kiss her but instead, he used his forehead to check her temperature. He realized she did have a fever, he stood up to check if the first aid kit had fever medicine. “Well, looks like you have a fever, after all. Try to rest some more.”

“...Stupid,” Laura uttered, embarrassed. She wasn’t sure if the blood rising up to her cheeks was due to the fever or her embarrassment, but she almost raised her hands to push the man away when he approached her the way he did. Not that she could do anything while feeling so weak. Laura laid back down on the bed again.

“Hm? You say something?” Michael asked when he returned. He had a glass of water and a pill in one hand and another towel in the other. He was keeping his gloves in his pocket and it looked like he had washed his hands. “Here, this should help with your fever. Afterwards, I’ll put this on your forehead, so try not to move around. Do you want a change of clothes? I could try to see if they have some downstairs. Or are you hungry?” he said, offering the medicine and water to Laura.

“N-No… I don’t want any change of clothes or food,” Laura answered. She then took the proffered pill and glass of water and gulped them down momentarily. She almost dropped the glass because it appeared to be too heavy for her. Michael moved his hand immediately to catch the glass when he saw Laura was about to drop it, accidentally dropping the towel he was holding. He was quickly able to catch not the glass but Laura’s hand.

“Ugh… sorry about that,” Laura yelped seeing the remainder of the water from the glass wet the sheets as well as her thighs. “To think I can’t even hold a glass… this is pathetic,” she said, grimacing.

“I’m actually surprised you can still remain awake like this, considering what happened. Use the other bed, this one’s too wet and it might worsen your fever,” he said, using the towel he dropped to soak up some water from the sheets.

“No, no… where would you sleep then?” Laura asked, refusing to take Michael’s bed.

“The floor, I think. The bed’s too soft, I’ll take some of the sheets, though,” Michael replied matter-of-factly. He preferred sleeping on something hard, like the floor, and never got used to sleeping on soft beds. Even his room at the church didn’t have a soft mattress.

“...You don’t like soft places?” Laura asked, subsequently moving and getting off the bed. “That is a surprise… but I suppose you didn’t have much luxury as a child…”

“Yeah, well my mum provided what she could and I helped too. But hey, it turned out okay,” Michael replied as he took some of the less drenched sheets and threw them on the floor. “How about you, how did you land a job for the church?”

“Umm, well, if you don’t mind, y-you could sleep with me in my bed if you want,” Laura suggested, her face beet red. “I-It’s my fault that this bed got drenched, anyway,” she said, averting her gaze from Michael, and ignoring his question. “Soft beds are amazing when you’re used to them.”

Michael froze and stared at Laura for a good part of a minute when he had heard what she had said. “U-uh… y-yeah, soft seems nice,” he said, using every ounce of willpower he could muster to try and not stare at Laura’s… softness. “I… I’m f-fine with the floor, I think.”

“Floor… ? Even if they have carpets… it’s probably cold, and besides, who knows when they last cleaned the room,” Laura said, not liking the idea of the floor at all.

Michael cleared his throat before speaking. “Uh-huh, it’s okay. You should get some rest, don’t worry about me.” He removed his gun’s holster, which was also his gunblade’s sheathe. “I’m gonna clean up a bit, call me if you need something,” he said as he tried to change the direction of the conversation.

“You get some rest too then… use the sofa at least. You got hit with that fireball, remember?” Laura said, tiptoeing, almost falling, in fact. “And call the room service, don’t clean yourself.”

“You worry too much! Here we go!” Michael said as he picked up Laura into a princess carry before softly plopping her on to the bed.

“...People would get strange ideas if you did that to a lady,” Laura said, averting her gaze from Michael again. She tried to sound angry, but somehow Michael could tell she wasn’t all that mad at the moment.

“Hmm? That was the first time I’ve done that, so I don’t think people would make a big deal of it,” Michael remarked. “Besides, I carried you from that place to here, it isn’t really that different.”

“It’s about how you do it…” Laura muttered, a voice so low Michael could hardly guess. “Ugh, whatever, my head hurts. Good night.”

“Hmm? Have a good night, too. Maybe you’d feel better when you wake up,” he replied as he returned to cleaning up the room and the sofa.

Michael jogged, with Laura behind him across the streets of London at the dead of night. He found a few officers of Scotland Yard along the way, from whom he had to hide. It was irritating to say the least, the officers were finally taking the curfew seriously. Perhaps some people were reported to be wandering across the streets at night.

Michael finally found a hotel after a lot of searching, albeit it was a high-rise building, and he gulped at its size, wondering just how expensive the fare would be.

“It’s alright, just go in,” Laura said, “I can afford it.”

“Remember to increase my salary after this,” Michael joked as he stepped inside and walked towards the reception area.

Laura smiled, and concentrated to put up the illusion to hide the ears that poked out of her blonde hair.

The receptionist was rather sleepy, but noticed the footsteps and and blinked his eyes to find the priest, carrying a woman behind himself no less.

“Good evening my good man, could you spare us one room, two separate beds, and a first aid kit? As you can see, my friend here is quite tired,” Michael said, tilting his head to the side as if asking the guy a favour.

“Good evening, sir. Please give me a moment to check…” the man said, rubbing his eyes, as if confirming if he saw something weird on the woman’s head just now, but decided that it was probably nothing after peering towards Laura for a moment. He then looked down on a log on a notebook to check, then looked back to Michael. “Yes, we can provide a room, but a first aid kit for the tired?”

“Uh, yeah, I scraped my… knee.” Michael said. Well, more like I ate an explosion to the face, but you wouldn’t believe that, would you? he thought.

“I… see, we’ll provide it soon, then.” The man then called an attendant, and asked him to show Michael to the room, handing the attendant the key to the room.

“Somehow I am relieved that he’s gone,” Laura whispered. “I don’t know who he is, but he certainly seems dangerous,” she concluded. With what hung around him, and how they couldn’t sense anything from him; it was no wonder that even Laura didn’t want to face him on a battlefield.

Michael tried to recall the information they found out from the conversation. Apparently, there was a BLoodLuSt hideout near the Church Road, and the Lycanthrope was apparently their doing. And Mary got a blade from some new recruit of the British West Indian Company, was she also spying on them, perhaps? As he reached his final thought, he felt his anger coming back so he squeezed his temple with the palm of his hands to calm himself.

“So… what are you guys gonna do?” Iris asked, not sure what to do now other than to watch. It didn’t seem like Mary was doing anything.

“It’s Laura’s call. Unless you want me to decide, then I say we go take care of the monster he talked about,” Michael calmly replied to Iris, giving a glance to Laura as he said her name.

Laura nodded. “That’s what I planned to have us do,” she said, glancing at the two. “It seems like Mary is supposed to take out †˜experimental’ monsters here for some reason.”

“Look at her, she’s a mess,” Michael said, pointing towards Mary. “We can probably handle a monster or two, so we can take care of that before we set off. Imagine if that thing’s still around when the Boundary disappears.”

Iris was about to say something, but she was cut off as the three heard a growl. A monstrous growl.

“There he is, well, soon.” Michael pointed towards the direction he knew the monster would be coming from – eastwards.

A man walked out from a road to the east and approached Mary. A strange object floated around behind him. As Michael peered into it intently, he noticed that it was definitely an Infernal member, as did Laura. Iris simply got a bad vibe from it.

Mary pulled herself up from the steel floor to face her adversary. “So, you’ve come,” Mary said, facing the man. “Marco – hunter of noble blood.”

“That I did,” the man replied slovenly. His head was positioned in a somewhat tilted manner, as if he was letting it hang that way out of laziness. “You’re not a noble, but you’ve been an eyesore to our Mistress, you see…”

“I’d think so,” Mary agreed, a sword came down from a hollow darkness originating from her right eye. Taking hold of her black sword, she took a stance.

The ghost clad in an empty suit that floated behind the man growled yet again, giving away blue flames, and Marco simply stood with a smirk across his face. “Tonight, I shall have you join my menu comprised of ladies, Kitty.”

“Don’t call me †˜kitty!’”

Laura sighed. “Let’s go,” she said, motioning a hand towards the two- no, three on the field ahead of themselves. She then jumped down from the house, followed by Michael and Iris.

The loud thump from the two landing onto the steel grounds diverted the attention of the people already on the field. Mary stared with wide eyes, while the other man sighed, as if disappointed that he’d have more to deal with.

“Here comes more… mn, but she looks hot,” Marco said, a tongue slithered outside his lips as he eyed Laura.

“What are you people doing here? I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t look into my business further?” Mary asked, sounding angry. In truth, she was well-aware that the three had been watching. With her eye, it was possible to locate them and feel their presence, but she pretended as though she was startled to learn just now that they followed her regardless.

“Later, after this,” Michael replied to Mary as he unsheathed his gunblade.

Mary wanted to tell Michael to stand back and let her take care of her own fight, but figured that Laura and him wouldn’t listen. She nodded; wordlessly accepting their help, and faced Marco. Her blade sensed her determination for battle, and vine-like wires formed from the hilt. There were small thorns on them, so she yelped when they pierced into the skin of her arm. It seemed that her blade completely attached itself with her hand by doing this.

“You guys seem rather confident,” Marco said, his smirk growing wider. “Don’t get over your head before this even starts.” The man pulled his arm, reciting incantations; gathering mana from the Infernal Realm.

“Get ready,” Laura said, entering fighting stance. Iris brought her hands up to her chest and was alert of any spells. She wondered what action she’d take. Mary knew that dashing in now would be a bad idea, considering the phantom behind the man. She couldn’t tell if it was chanting, but could see an intense amount of power being generated through her right eye.

“Hmm, perhaps I’ll go with you first,” he pointed to Iris, making her yelp. Soon, Iris held her head as if she was in pain, Marco’s grin grew ever wider at this sight.

“Are you alright?” Laura turned to Iris, apparently worried, and soon turned back to Marco with an agigated look.

“Forwards!” Mary shouted.

The phantom behind Marco rose up – halting Mary and the others before they could come closer – and a large blue ball of fire formed before they knew it.

“This is bad,” Mary whispered under her breath.

The ball of blue fire soon came down. Michael, Laura and Mary split up – from witnessing it lower itself from its position over the Phantom – dashing away in different directions to escape the attack, but it turned out that Michael didn’t run away in time, and was caught in the resulting explosion.

With a pained scream, Michael was blown away, before he slammed into a nearby wall. The pain he was feeling all over his body – starting from his back due to the wall – kept him conscious, and he had to use his gunblade as a crutch to stand. He felt light-headed as he looked towards the fray, the thought of giving up not crossing his mind. He readied his sword as he charged right back. He barely made a few meters before falling flat to his face, his body had hardly gained back its sense of balance and he felt wobbly.

Laura felt tempted to have her palm meet her forehead, but she had better things to do.

“Michael?” Iris uttered, looking around, but instead of one, she saw three Michaels getting slammed on the wall, and was rather confused. Regardless, she wasn’t about to just watch her loved ones get beaten up. Iris called upon her knowledge of the Rego Technique, and the Form known as Terram; gathering mana into her ethereal body from the Magic Realm. She then concentrated, and searched for an object that could serve as her weapon. Looking towards the building they jumped down from earlier; she spotted a broken part of the house laying beside it. She chose said object mentally, and directed her mana to get it – manipulating it.

“What…?” Marco uttered thoughtlessly, looking at the object Iris lifted, he thought of ways to dodge it, but it was already coming his way by the time he even started thinking. It was simply too late. Soon, the Phantom behind him was bashed by the rocky object. “Oh, so she targeted my pet instead…”

Finding Marco and the Phantom preoccupied, Laura took the moment as an opportunity, and focused too, gathering mana to make her attack. It’d be unwise to slash at it when it was in the situation that it found itself in, hence she decided to cast a spell. She outstretched her arm, after which sparkles formed. Soon they amassed to form a bolt. She leveled her arm towards the Phantom, hoping to damage it further now that it was bashed hard by an entire part of a building. She concentrated, making the bolt launch off towards her target, making herself feel a recoil as it departed from her palm.

“Phew. That should take care of that,” Laura said, after witnessing the spiritual monster stutter repeatedly due to the electricity of her bolt.

“Naive. That’s not enough to take my friend out,” Marco remarked, and the Phantom pushed the object into the sky with pure strength. Who knew where an empty suit could find such strength.

Both Iris and Laura cringed.

“We’ll see how long it lasts,” Laura said, not about to give up.

As if it was completely unhurt, the Phantom coat sped through the distance and found itself between the two group, before casting an unexpected spell. Colorful bright lights formed, and everyone turned their gaze away instinctively from the burning flare. It was so bright that they could hardly look around.

“You idiot! Do stuff like that from behind me,” Marco shouted at his ally, which comically returned to his side in a frenzy.

Michael blinked his eyes repeatedly to shake off some of the effects of the flare, which flashed brightly just as he rolled over. Raising his gunsword, he shot at the man who he thought was called Marco, hoping that the explosive bullets would do their work on him. Marco noticed, but did not move. The bullets pierced the man’s flesh past his clothes. He fell down, but the smirk didn’t leave his face. Michael thought that he had killed him. However, the man rose up momentarily, and stretched his neck as if warming up.

“Killing a vampire isn’t so easy, Mister Priest,” Marco remarked, still smirking at Michael.

“Vampire, huh. You should have said that first,” Michael replied, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Why else would I want Lady Mary on my menu? Obviously because I will dine with her blood,” Marco replied, giggling mischievously, apparently excited at his idea. It was as if the bullets had no effect on him.

“Tch, to think a real vampire would appear here of all places,” Laura commented. She assumed that he was a vampire, but wasn’t completely sure. There was hardly any light in this area for her to confirm his fangs, so she could only confirm from his own words. Now that she knew that she was facing a vampire, she could only perform her duty as a knight of the Church, and execute him; it became the focus of this entire mission now.

“Or you could just be a pervert. Or a stalker. Or a stalker pervert...” Michael trailed off, counting his list with his fingers.

“Maybe,” Marco said. “I don’t mind being a pervert or a stalker, so long as I get my dinner.”

“Have I mentioned how disgusting you guys are?”

“No? I’d really appreciate it if you shut the hell up, though.”

“We will after you’re dead,” Laura dashed forward and soon met Marco in close-ranged combat. Her blade’s steel flashed as she danced; making multiple slashing attacks. Marco parried most of her attacks with ease, but it seemed like he hardly put any effort into it and thus suffered some damage from Laura’s assault. Iris seemed to have attempted to cast a spell while Marco was distracted, but since they were moving around too much, she couldn’t concentrate.

If only Laura could have him sit still for a while… but I guess I’m asking for too much, Iris thought.

Marco tried to cast a spell as Laura attacked. Having his blood shed by the blade of a woman he clearly underestimated enraged him. For the first time, his smirk was gone. He tried to utilise magic to retaliate, but Laura’s attacks didn’t allow him to do so. Chanting incantations to draw mana required concentration, and he couldn’t do both dodging and casting at the same time.

On the other hand, it seemed like the Phantom failed to cast its spell too, because it was distracted by the spell that Iris was finally able to cast properly; hands of earth broke out of the steel floor and caught the ghastly spirit, thus immobilising it.

Michael sheathed his gunblade and drew out his gun, knowing that it would be more effective against the vampire. He tried to shoot Marco, but he missed, his eyes still hurting from the spell the coat used. He felt pathetic, after having boasted that they could take out a monster or two while Mary †˜was a mess’ they were having so much trouble taking one of the two down already.

Laura flipped back with a jump after her flurry of attacks were over – she had to catch her breath, after all – and soon reached Michael. “You okay over there? That Ignem spell is making it hard to continue attacking,” she said, apparently focusing on gathering mana and touching the steel of her blade with the hand that wasn’t holding the hilt.

“Let’s see…” he replied. He took aim, and shot again at Marco. This time, the bullet connected, but Marco didn’t seem to be particularly hurt, but he felt . “Pretty fine, actually. I think I can see better now.” The shot also interrupted Marco’s spell. Again.

“Tch, we aren’t getting anywhere here,” Marco scoffed, his smirk never reformed. The Phantom was also preoccupied with trying to get out of the arms made out of earth that was restraining it. It wasn’t looking good. He then looked around, his pupils moving left and right. Wait… where’s my target at, anyway? Did she just… make a getaway? That sly bitch.

Laura blinked her eyes a few times. “Alright, I can see better again now,” she said, her blade now sparkling with electricity as her spell was active. “You keep that up with the gun, I’ll fight him in close-range,” she said, dashing forwards.

“Yeah, well… I’m not sure I can do anything else,” Michael said.

Iris was about done casting her next spell, too. Seeing Laura charge in, she was confident that she could hit her target as Laura would distract Marco. Her hand glowed blue. Bluer than her own form. She motioned her hand towards a bulge of rock she found on the corners of the field, and it hovered in mid-air, as if responding to her magic. She then waved her arm and pointed it towards Marco, then shifted it upwards; directing it to the Phantom who was struggling with the muddy arms even now. The stone hit its mark, but wasn’t enough to take it out for good. Iris was then on her knees on the steel floor; tired.

“I can’t anymore,” she complained to no one in particular. “Drawing mana is such a chore…”

Her spiritual body is unable to handle it anymore, huh? Laura concluded as she engaged Marco in combat. Her blade slicing air as Marco dodged her blade with ease. He seemed to be much more serious than lazy now. Tch, I can’t hit him. Laura felt frustrated, her attacks were either missing, or were being blocked by his arm.

“Heh, don’t underestimate me,” Marco roared, pushing Laura back with his arm. “Electric augmentation isn’t good enough.”

While the stone hurled on it wasn’t enough to take Marco’s Phantom out, it was tired of struggling with the arms brought forth by Iris’ spells, and finally fell flat on the floor before transforming into a patch of blue flames and vanishing.

“What, seriously?” Marco was ticked off, seeing his partner had fallen just like that. “To think they could take out my familiar,” he muttered. When Marco turned to the sight of the Phantom’s disappearance – distracted – Laura took it as an opportunity to strike. Her blade was soon brought down upon the vampire, but Marco managed to block it on time. He then caught her arm with his other free hand and – to her surprise – pulled her close. Laura widened her eyes in shock and bewilderment, both her arms gripping the sword she was wielding; there was no way resist his pull.

Marco’s mouth opened, his fangs showing in the faint light present in the atmosphere, while Laura’s expression contorted in fear. She hadn’t felt such fear in so long. She released her sword and as it fell down to the steel floor, she tried to push the vampire away, but a woman’s strength was insufficient against a monster such as Marco.

“I’ll have you tonight instead,” Marco said, his breath falling upon Laura’s ears before his fangs sank onto her bare skin around her neck.

Laura’s vision was shook, and it seemed to blur. The pain was stinging, as the vampire sucked on her neck and drank her blood. It was the most disgraceful moment of her life; having her blood – the commander’s blood – sucked out by the enemies of the Church; the vampires. Her strength waned, and her arms fell low. She stopped resisting eventually, and was no longer able to push Marco away.

Iris wanted to scream and shout Laura’s name out at this sight of such horror, but she was too tired to even open her mouth as she laid on the ground. She felt very powerless. Meanwhile, Michael saw what the vampire was doing and immediately prepared to shoot; however, they were too close to risk it. Gritting his teeth, he maintained his aim and fired upon seeing an opening. To his despair, it happened after the vampire bit Laura. Immediately after shooting, he started running towards Laura.

Taking the shot, the vampire slumped back; interrupted – his arms detached from her – Marco tried to hold Laura back as she fell to her knees from being weakened. At such a moment, Michael heard a whisper to his ear, despite finding no one around him.

It was Mary’s voice, “Take care of your friend.”

“Thanks.” Michael curtly replied, as he slid towards Laura’s side. He cradled her with his lap and arms as he pushed her head slightly with his fingers, in order to look at where she was bitten. “Laura?!”

“...Eh? Is that you… Michael?” Laura said, holding the wound on the corner of her neck, her eyelids barely kept open. “...To think I’d be bitten by a vampire of all things,” she tried to get back to her feet, but felt that she didn’t have enough strength. “This is pathetic…”

“Well, he did take a good amount of your blood so don’t push yourself. Feeling anything different?” Michael asked as he wrapped his handkerchief around Laura’s neck as a makeshift bandage. “Tight enough?”

“I can’t quite tell other than the pain… I can’t see properly,” Laura said, rubbing her eyes lightly.

“You know, it’s rude to interrupt when someone is having dinner,” Marco growled, taking a step toward the two. “You guys act like I’m not here anymore.”

Michael ignored the vampire as he carefully laid down Laura on the floor, “Don’t try to move around, you’d just lose more blood.” He turned around after speaking, pointing his gun towards the vampire. “You won’t be here anymore.”

Laura nodded slightly, and complied as Marco spat blood on the floor angrily.

“Why you-”

“Well, he is right,” a different voice spoke.

Marco darted his eyes to the corner and turned, finding his original target for the night inches away from him.

Mary wore a confident smile as his eyes widened in shock; her deep black sword impaled his back – crossing through his beating heart – and pierced out from his chest; dying his clothes red.

Marco tried to hit Mary with his elbow, but Mary’s speed was overwhelming. She pulled her blade out and vanished into the darkness of the area; his blood spraying out from both sides. The man clutched his chest and staggered a few steps backwards. His expression was contorted in pain and humiliation of being out-maneuvered.

“I’ll remember this… and hunt you all down,” Marco said, cursing Mary internally. A portal opened behind him, nothing but black could be seen beyond it. The man vanished along with it.

“How’s she looking now?” Mary asked, approaching Michael from behind.

“I gave her some first aid, but I better take her to the Church, there should be someone who can give her an actual treatment,” Michael replied wiping Laura’s blood on his coat. “If you want to talk about anything, we’d have to do so later. Though, my guess would be something along the lines of why are you here again, or I told you not to come again?” he continued as he stroked Laura’s hair to calm her down.

“I have no intention to speak to you regarding the matter anymore,” Mary answered, shaking her head. “You’re only diving into needless danger like this,” she added.

The moment Michael blinked his eye, he was back in London like last time, except with Laura before him now, instead of Iris. Mary was again nowhere in sight. Iris seemed to be lying on the street unmoving, too.

“Next time, try to bring biscuits and tea. I like the sweet ones,” Michael said, raising his voice with hopes that Mary would hear. Afterwards, he knelt down and carried Laura on his back and then walked to where Iris was lying. “Iris? Nap’s over, we have to go.” He said as he was quite unsure on how to check the girl’s current status.

Iris looked towards Michael and smiled, nodding. However, instead of getting up, her body dispersed into the air.

“Huh. I guess that means she’s fine, then?” Michael said to himself as he adjusted Laura’s position. On a pleasant day he would’ve enjoyed what he was feeling, but he was too tired and in too much pain to care at the moment.

“She’s out of mana reserves,” Laura murmured from the back. “You need some mana to… maintain a spiritual form.”

“Right, I guess she could sleep it off. I hope at least. You okay? Bear with this for now, I can’t have you walking immediately after that,” Michael said as he started walking. He was not in a good shape himself, but he figured he’d just used the pain to keep himself awake.

Two fox-like ears popped up from her head. “I feel terrible, I can’t even keep up the illusion…” she grumbled tiredly. “That stupid vampire… whatever you do; don’t take me to the Church now, lest you want me to be in more trouble.”

Michael turned his head around to see two fox-like ears on top of Laura’s head. In his surprise, he suddenly stopped walking before speaking again moments later. “Right, and I can’t take you to a hospital too. How about Robert’s place? Does he know about it?”

“He doesn’t… it might be more problematic that way…” Laura sighed, finding it hard to even talk. “How about a hotel? I’ll pay the rent. I can produce the illusion for the attendants for a bit, if anything,” she said, her panting was started to sound alarming as she suggested.

“Uh huh, just focus on being awake to keep the illusion then. Don’t worry about the other things, I’ll see what I can do with your wound there too,” Michael said as he started to walk again, his pace considerably faster than earlier. “Hold tight,” he said as he started to jog, trying to find a hotel as soon as possible.

The man who stood before Mary was undoubtedly handsome; long black hair and hazel eyes stared her down. He wore a smile; a very charismatic expression, his red shirt, and white coat over it complimenting it. A long black cape extended from his shoulders, but that was not what caught Michael’s eyes. It was the white spiky wheel that revolved continuously behind the man. There were black stars orbiting around his head. Just who was this man? He was literally surrounded with magic as far as the naked eye could see.

“...What is he?” Iris asked, her mouth agape. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be impressed by such a handsome-looking man, be scared of the things around him, or just find him strange.

“Very definitely something not normal,” Michael replied. His eyes scanned the various implements attached to the man as he tried to remember if he could recall anything related to it. He sensed no evil from the man, and for a second or two, he might have sensed holiness from him. Unable to notice nor recall anything that might help him, he turned to Laura with a questioning gaze.

“Nothing on my side, either.” Laura shook her head with disappointment. “To think he elludes even my eyes.”

“Oh, Mary. My dear beloved Mary. How nice of you to visit me tonight,” the man began, spreading his arms wide in two opposing directions. His voice resounded rather loudly against the steel structures. “How has your day fared today?”

“It went well,” Mary answered. “Thanks to you,” she added sarcastically. “Isn’t that enough for pleasantries?”

“Why yes,” the man replied, shrugging, he seemed very happy nonetheless. His voice wasn’t so loud anymore. “Allow me to hear your report.”

“This,” Mary pulled a blade out from her eye. More specifically, her right golden eye. It was a long black sword. So long, that it was definitely longer than the height of her own body. The tip of the blade rested on the metallic floor as she displayed it for the man. “I negotiated with the Director, as requested.”

“Oh? So these are the kind of weapons the scholars of the British Western Indian Company are making.” The man inspected the blade, rubbing it with his hand while peering into it intently. “To think they gave such a weapon to a new recruit. I wonder if they have stronger weapons available.”

Iris reported what the man had just said – and what Mary said – whispering to the two beside her, and continued as the man conversed with Mary.

“This is hardly a threat. Is there any more need to investigate their products any further?” Mary questioned, a tired tone made apparent from how she sounded.

“Well, I suppose it may not be superior to your weapon,” he replied, the smile waning away. “But bear in mind that your sword cannot cut this blade easily.”

“...Really? They’re treating Claudia rather nicely there, then,” Mary commented silently.

Unable to hear properly, Iris was about to go closer, but was stopped by the two.

“So,” he started, “any report on the vampires of the BLoodLuSt?”

“I’ve discovered that the Lycanthrope – after its attack – from yesterevening vanished around the Church Road. There must be a Boundary there that’s hiding their hideout,” Mary reported. “I suspect that the Lycanthrope is a product of their many experimentations,” she added. “Human experimentations,” she said, cringing.

“A Lycanthrope disappeared around Church Road, she said,” Iris told Michael with a concerned look.

Michael glanced at Laura, his face filled with surprise. “Really, Church Road? Do you think it lives there?” he whispered.

“How ironic… this is a matter of grave urgency. I do not work over there, but it is strange that I haven’t heard an inkling about anything like it,” Laura whispered back to Michael.

“There must be something wrong with that. Nevermind how they accidentally released a lycan, but to have a base of operations that near and us having no clue about it…” Michael closed his eyes for a second and calmed down. “At least there’s another lead I could use. I guess.”

“Indeed. There is something strange going on. Normally, a Boundary so close to a church would be detected relatively fast,” Laura agreed, giving a nod.

“Unless…” Michael stopped himself in order to return to listening to the man. We could always talk about it after we leave the Boundary, he thought.

“I see,” the man replied, a serious expression as his attention was shifted from the blade. “The BLoodLuSt hideout. I want you to look into it,” he commanded.

“I’ve already traded information with the Director. He’ll likely take care of it. Besides, I have an erran-” Before Mary could finish, the man grabbed her by her neck, and brought her face close to his eyes. “You do as I say,” he said abruptly, his voice full with rage.

Michael gripped his weapon tightly, silently weighing his options. He didn’t know why the man did it, because Iris didn’t explain what they said, but he felt an intense anger from seeing it. His reason had won over his anger soon enough; there were too many unknowns with the man, and they were getting useful information. He continued watching, his gun ready to be drawn at a moment’s notice.

“Eek,” Iris almost unintentionally squeaked. “That seems rather painful, but I don’t know why he did that to her.”

“You see this chain here?” he whispered in Mary’s ear, a smirk crept up his face as he caressed her neck. There was indeed a white chain attached to it. Albeit, it was ephemeral. “Ah, I suppose you cannot see it, but you can feel it.” Based on Mary’s wails, he assumed that she did feel it. “As long as it exists; you are my slave, and you are to listen to me. Only me. Understood?”

Mary only nodded weakly before the man released her. She dropped down to the steel floor; panting, holding her own neck. The chain turned invisible as soon as the man’s hand let go of her.

“What… what’s happening there?” At this point even Iris could feel Michael trembling, as his grip started getting tighter and tighter. He could feel his heart pounding faster and faster, as if urging him to draw and fire. His patience was wearing thin and he felt like he was hanging by a thread.

“I’m sorry, I can hardly hear their voices now…”

The three could only see Mary being strangled, and the chain wasn’t visible due to the distance.

Laura placed a hand on Michael’s shoulder. “You’re gonna have to bare with it a little longer,” she said, just in case.

“It’s okay,” Michael replied, although it sounded more like he was telling himself that.

“Remember, I am only letting you have a peaceful social life as a reward for your hard work. Any disobedience and I will see to it that it is destroyed.”

Iris tried hard, but the words didn’t come through, she was very tempted to fly her way closer.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry! So please don’t do that. Please don’t… separate me from Charlotte again…”

“Good girl,” the man’s smile returned as he eyed the lady on the floor gleefully. “Now, do take care of this pathetic excuse of an experimental monster of the BLoodLuSt that you lured here.”

The same portal opened behind the man. The sight behind him consisted of nothing but deep crimson. He stepped back and vanished as the pathway closed, and Mary heaved a sigh. The blade she took out earlier for her master to see was sucked back into her right eye, and she stayed there; crouched on the steel floor.

“She kept saying sorry… I wonder what he said,” Iris said, sighing. She was starting to feel hopeless. “I wonder who Charlotte is, though.”

“Her sister? First time I’ve heard of that name,” Michael said, finally calm after the strange man left.

“We’ll have to investigate later.”

It was evening. The curtain of the night had fallen, and the darkest hours of London were soon to begin. Iris felt an ominous feeling from the gray clouds. Perhaps they felt more ominous than ever because of the thundering clouds and the crows’ calls she heard in the afternoon after she parted ways with Michael. The pair stood over a house as they watched Mary leave from Lyceum Theatre. The priest looked to the other side and on the building, he spotted Laura standing afar, also watching the scholar leave.

“So, she’d be giving us a sign when we’re supposed to dive in, right?” Iris asked as if to confirm. They went over this already an hour ago when they met up.

“Pretty much. Be careful though, once we’re inside. I don’t want a repeat of the last time,” Michael replied, glancing at Iris before returning his gaze towards Laura.

“Same to you, don’t overuse that arm of yours,” Iris said pointing at his right arm. Despite the fact that the wound lied between his neck and his right shoulder.

“You know, if this were just a normal wound it’ll be easier to handle. Must’ve hit a muscle or something,” Michael quipped, flexing his arm a bit. “I think it will be safer if you casted near Laura, she’s better suited for defending than I am, I’d assume,” he added.

“I wonder. Is she something like a priestess with supernatural senses?” Iris asked. She had been wondering who Laura was and why Michael brought her over to help Mary.

“She’s dependable, more dependable than me, at the very least,” he answered, as he tried to evade her question.

“If you say so.”

“Yeah. Well, you aren’t that shabby, yourself. You were more useful than I was last time.” He grinned at her.

“But is it alright to be busy with her like this?” Iris asked. “What about Bram Stoker?”

“I can’t exactly leave you two alone with her, can I? I mean, I pretty much got us into this mess… Unless you have a suggestion?”

“I honestly have none. If anything, I’d tell you to pursue your main mission and leave her be as she requests,” Iris answered, apparently nodding to herself as she floated beside the man. “The cloaked man is a man, not a woman, after all.”

“We’ll see,” Michael said while a small frown appeared in his face. He knew he was avoiding his mission, the cloaked man was hard to find, and he imagined that he’d be a lot harder to find now. Even so, that wouldn’t be any problem, as long as he continued his hunt. What was stopping him, he wondered. He glanced at Iris and felt something twisting in his gut. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and quietly returned to watching Mary, glancing at Laura at certain intervals. That’s when he noticed that Laura signalled to Mary’s direction with her arm. He nodded to her, and jumped off the roof of the house.

Laura too, leapt and shifted to another house, and soon the three followed Mary. The next minute, Mary had disappeared from the streets as Michael turned to where she was a moment ago.

“Did she notice us?!” Iris asked, flying all the way to the spot she was walking on. There was no sign of the girl.

“Probably it happened again?” Michael asked as he looked at Laura.

“Indeed,” Laura said, approaching the two from behind. “Well, that was a part of the plan, I suppose,” she said, taking out a pendant. “With this, we should be able to walk our way into the Boundary. As long as you don’t chase her with little distance; perhaps we can spy on her in that world. I feel like we should not approach her after entering the Boundary.

“You two ready? Stick close to me,” she said, channeling her mana into the pendant.

“Ready as I’ll ever be. Iris, remember what I said, okay?” He glanced towards Iris and then stepped close to Laura, her scent immediately filling Michael’s nose, a thing he quite appreciated. He then shook his head and looked away, silently whistling a tune.

“Mhm. Let’s go.” Iris stuck so close that she almost entered Laura’s form without noticing.

“Alright.” Laura started walking. The city around them begun to warp to form places they never knew; it wasn’t the London they tread everyday. The engine lights hardly kept the path alight, and the houses looked stranger than ever. There were no people to be found passing by, and since Mary had entered the Boundary before them; they couldn’t see her before them like the previous time they crossed through it.

Soon, they reached the sight they found familiar; steel floors and structures. A city so warped and contorted that it was hardly the London they were in moments ago. The houses were there, but they were probably inaccessible like the last time.

Laura tapped her foot as if to confirm the floor of steel. “Well, this is a strange place,” she commented. “I’ve never heard of such a Boundary. Considering the fact that London is a place swarming with mages from all across the globe now; it is strange that no one has reported such a place.”

“Hm, from her reaction, it seems like it never ended well with her passengers,” Michael said as he started searching for Mary’s tracks. He heard faint sounds of footsteps and focused on it, raising his hand to signal his need for silence from his companions. In a few moments, he was confident of the direction from where the sound was coming from. “I think I’ve found her. Lets go.”

Laura and Iris nodded, solemn. They followed after Mary, sneaking across various structures as they kept a keen eye over her.

“It seems like she isn’t wandering around aimlessly,” Laura commented.

“So she has a destination?” Iris asked.

“I have no idea, but perhaps she does.”

The three watched the platinum haired lady from over a building. Mary now approached a place where a spacious field unfolded before her.

“That seems like a good place to fight in…” Iris commented.

“That seems like a good place to fight something really big.” Michael corrected.

Mary stopped somewhere around the middle of the steel-floored field. Michael was sure that a monster would pop up from somewhere.

“Are you really certain? I am not seeing any monster anywhere here,” Laura said, looking around. It was a building they stood over, and there was no sign of a monster. Even if there was one far away, she’d hear something in this oddly silent world, or even see it coming.

“Well, I haven’t lied to you – the boundary story was true, wasn’t it? Just wait for it.” He replied looking around like Laura, trying to get a good grasp of the area. He was sure that something would appear; and he would be prepared.

However, no one appeared from any other paths, and just when Michael was convinced that perhaps some monster would probably appear soundlessly out of the blue regardless, Iris beckoned the attention of the two.

“Look,” she said. Laura and Michael turned back and focused their attention towards Mary – their eyes widened in shock. The air ripped itself apart before Mary as a black portal opened. Michael half-expected it to widen so that a monster would prowl into the world. He almost stood up to dive in and face the monster. However, what came past the portal wasn’t a monster, but a man. Laura hastily pulled on Michael’s left-shoulder and had him crouch down forcefully with them.

“Let’s observe for now,” Laura said.

Michael nodded and kept silent. He nudged his head towards the direction of Mary and the strange man, trying to signal if they could move closer so that they’d be able to eavesdrop.

“We’ll have to perk up our ears,” Laura whispered to Michael. “If we try to get any closer; we’re gonna have to jump down from this building.”

“And that means a lot of noise when we land…” Iris added after her. “That doesn’t sound good.”

“Eavesdropping… from here? Can any of you lip read?” Michael whispered back, not lifting his gaze from observing. He stopped himself from trying to make any more jokes and focused on listening intently.

“We aren’t that far…” Iris said. “I can’t do that, but I do have good ears.”

“Same, I can’t lip-read, unfortunately,” Laura answered. “so, we’re counting on you, Iris.”

“Roger that.”

There were wreckages left and right. Fires, corpses, people crawling, children crying, and lastly, broken faucets and pipes spraying water in varying directions. It was as though the world was ending. The devastation this place faced almost seemed as though there was a great calamity here. What kind of a storm had passed through this area?

Tsuruko noticed some foreign-looking people full of large and astonishing holes on their bodies across the street.

Alice looked them over with her expressionless face from behind her shades.

“Seems like they are the Europeans who fought the Time Warrior,” she concluded from a glance, passing by them casually.

“What happened to them, to be utterly destroyed like that…?” Tsuruko was still in disbelief. She’d frequently seen nature and the like being destroyed, but people dying on her was still a first-hand experience.

“Your father will explain,” Alice answered. “I wasn’t given a proper briefing of the situation.”

“My father? I didn’t know he was involved in this…”

“He has been for a long time,” Alice explained. “Most of the adults of the Shrine had been co-operating with the government.”

“Yes, but I thought only minimally.” Tsuruko wondered what secrets they kept from her that she had yet to find out.

“Most young shamans are not informed until they are old or considered responsible enough,” Alice mentioned – as they crossed many pulverized establishments – turning to Tsuruko. “Perhaps your time is close for having the secrets unveiled.”

“Personally, I think that time is long past.” Tsuruko laughed. “But it’s not in my position to question their competencies.” She then shifted her focus: “Do you know of the person who might’ve done this?”

“How’d it be long past? Only the adults are mostly informed about such circumstances. I’d consider you lucky,” Alice stated, confused. Why did this girl attempt to demean herself all the time? She wasn’t sure, but it seemed that this person had no confidence whatsoever from how she spoke and behaved. “I am currently theorizing that this is a result from both sides, but perhaps most of the damage is wrought from the Time Warrior.”

“What are Time Warriors like?”

“They are warriors possessing absolute power, for which they are feared and revered, or so Shrine claimed when they explained them to me,” Alice answered.

“They must be really strong to be revered and feared at the same time,” Tsuruko commented. “There are enemies and allies within them, is it right to say so?”

“Indeed.” Alice gave a nod to the notion. “I’d think most of the destruction here is the work of the Time Warrior. I was told that European forces were detected in engaging a Time Warrior… that must imply that all the destruction took place after the report was made.” Alice was somewhat impressed that by the time she arrived, this area was already in a big mess.

“Is there anything that might tell where this Time Warrior might have went?”

“The security cameras… but it seems most of them here were destroyed…” Alice said, a little perplexed from how she frowned. They could probably recover the records, but it’d take time.

Suddenly, Alice raised an arm, signifying Tsuruko to stop – just as she did herself – facing the vacant air before her on the pavement.

A man appeared out of thin air. Tsuruko immediately recognized him. How could she not? It was her father, after all.

“I see that you have arrived to the site at last, Alice-sama,” the shaman who donned the habit of a temple monk bowed deeply to her.

“Father?!” Tsuruko tried so hard to contain her surprise that it almost sounded like a scornful remark; as if she didn’t want to see him. “You...”

“Tsuruko?!” her father exclaimed similarly. Like father like daughter; he too was surprised. “My goodness. What are you doing here? What happened to going to the academy?”

“I was sent here to accompany Alice as per the Shrine’s orders,” Tsuruko explained. “You weren’t informed…?”

“No, what I am asking is what you are doing here now. I am well aware of your new duty as it was my own request,” her father explained, “but you weren’t supposed to be accompanying Alice-sama in the morning for your classes.”

“Oh, that. Well, to cut things short, I got injured while performing my duty and Alice had so kindly taken the liberty to let me rest at her abode for the night. I was allowed to follow her this morning after being nursed back to a good condition.”

“Rather forcibly, yes,” Alice interjected, then faced her father. “What is the situation?”

“We need to talk later…” Tsuruko’s father grumbled, then turned to Alice. “Our Japan was finally blessed with yet another Time Warrior, but the European scoundrels caught wind of it before us and attacked her. The warrior retaliated, so now this area is in ruins, unfortunately,” he explained.

“All this…?” Alice spoke as if to reconfirm. There were wreckages all over the place. How many people died, exactly? “I will go see to it,” she said, leaping off with great speed.

Tsuruko’s father immediately followed, and so did she.

The area was in tatters, but the spot that seemed to have received the most congregation of force was the spot where a girl – slightly younger than Tsuruko herself – lay. Tsuruko peeked from behind her father, while Alice approached the apparent Time Warrior who was on the asphalt road. She got up, or rather, sprung up, and tried to pat herself, but seemed to have felt stinging pain.

Alice sighed. “We’re taking her up,” she said, then walking away. “Let’s go,” she said to Tsuruko.

When Tsuruko observed her more clearly, she noticed that the girl was very injured, with clear flesh wounds and blood visible.

“...Aren’t we going to treat her or something? She’s bleeding,” Tsuruko pointed out.

“That’s what she asked me to do,” her father answered. “I’ll have to get an ambulance for her. She probably needs similar treatment as Alice-sama.”

“Treatment...?” These events happened pretty fast relative to Tsuruko, and she had yet to take in the wreckage of buildings as well as people.

“Yes, Time Warriors get advanced treatment compared to the rest of the citizens,” he explained. “I suppose you can say that it is a kind of investment.”

Something struck Tsuruko. “Does that mean Alice is also a…”

“You didn’t know?” her father asked, surprised. “I mean, there must’ve been plenty of signs.”

“Hm.” Tsuruko well didn’t know Alice was a... that sort of thing, and she also well didn’t know what these Time Warriors were capable of. Again, she wondered what kind of world exactly she was going to step into.

“Well, if you want to turn back, now is the time. We’re going to take this girl to the hospital, but you need not come along, your duty is only really guarding her in the evenings,” her father said. This time it wasn’t Alice, but her father trying to convince her to not get involved.

“You know me well, Father, and I finish what I start,” Tsuruko said. “As long as I’m with Alice, my duty’s never done.”

“Alright, you asked for it daughter. Let’s be on our way.” The two then walked along the same path Alice took, and soon made way for the hospital.

Alice and Tsuruko walked through the neighborhood around which Ayane lived.

There were many high-rise apartments that seemed to be inhabited by the more wealthy individuals. Not that Tsuruko would know, because she was a sheltered child raised by the Shrine Organization, she simply believed that most people were living in a different world. The feeling of the pedestrians were mutual with that of hers. Her white miko outfit stood out among all those passing by the pavements, however, contrasting her from them despite their thoughts being almost the same towards the wealthier people.

In fact, now that she thought about it, it wasn’t just her who received the inquisitive gazes of the citizens. When she looked at Alice, she found her sight resting on a pair of sunglasses and a white cold mask that covered Alice’s mouth. Her employer – the mysterious idol – wore a black jacket with a hood that covered the majority of her hair except a few gold locks that made their way out to her shoulders.

The contrast between the two were undoubtedly large.

Now that she thought about it, Alice didn’t disguise herself in such a bizarre manner last night. Was it because not many people wouldn’t recognize her in the darkness of the night? That couldn’t be; Tokyo’s lights were illuminating enough. Perhaps there was a different reason. Whatever the case, it seemed like Alice came to the conclusion that she’d have to go out on a walk with such a getup. Tsuruko wasn’t sure if that would be refreshing to her, at all.

The two soon approached a park. Children played across the grounds, and the girls made way for the bench. Alice sat down, and prompted Tsuruko to sit down beside her.

“I am curious, were you promised any form of payment for protecting me?” she asked with a muffled voice as she watched the children playing around.

“Not that I know of,” Tsuruko said, not turning her head to look at Alice. “Rather, it would be... wrong of me to take up a job for money. I have enough for myself, and besides that, I do not question the motives of my Organization.”

“I see…” Alice said, her voice trailing away. “That is an interesting anomaly in human behavior – to not want any form of compensation for a life-risking job – you must’ve been raised to develop a severely strict mindset so that you find the circumstances natural.”

“It is my duty to fulfill their obligations,” Tsuruko said. “For they gave me shelter even when they knew about my situation.” Tsuruko thought she knew what Alice was going to ask, but she figured she’d already know. “I’ve been meaning to ask, but what was your motivation to become an… idol?”

“Were you adopted?” she asked, but then looked down.

“No… just… cursed, if you would put it.” Tsuruko recalled the story of her birth in her mind, spacing out for a moment.

“I knew someone… who dreamt of being an idol.”

“What happened to them?”

“Having Susanoo’s spirit was hardly considered a curse by your Organization,” Alice informed, a blue light was visible from behind the shades she wore. “It is specifically written here that the leaders were overjoyed to learn of this fact.”

“He was the manifestation of hopes and dreams... gathered among centuries. Before I was bestowed his power, I was in a questionable state.” Tsuruko held her right hand to her chest.

“A notion irrelevant to the advantages of the matter. What matters is that you are now special, and that the Organization views you as such,” Alice replied in a matter of factly tone. “As for what †˜happened’ to them… hm, well, I suppose they simply died.”

“Is there any particular reason for their death or some sort?”

“Yes. Attacked by a terrorist Organization.”

“I see.” Another one of these Organizations Tsuruko was told about, whom may or may not consist of she and Alice’s previous attackers. “So in that case, I would think you’re carrying on their dreams in their stead.”

“Indeed.” Alice nodded. “I have seen the same dream as her, I suppose. She was the one who taught me about idols.”

“One of these days I’ll have to also learn about these †˜idols’ from you, Alice.” Tsuruko smiled. “I mean, if you would allow me to, of course.”

“I did not think that you were interested.” Alice meant to state it as a fact, but determined in her mind that she was puzzled in the end. “It is something that Shamans seem to care not about. However, I have no qualms allowing you to learn about them from me.”

“I was indifferent towards them as I knew close to nothing about them,” Tsuruko explained. “Because they weren’t explicitly featured in textbooks… even if they were, they didn’t have the thought of educating me about these kinds of… occupations?”

“Well,” Alice began, “Shrine would teach more traditional and cultural knowledge to their future generations. Hence, it is natural that you weren’t taught about them, as they weren’t taught about to people in the past. Idol academies are a recent addition, after all. The service sector is ever flourishing in our country, unlike the past.”

“I figured. Besides, we are two whole different worlds, after all, and I’d never imagined myself to meet someone like you.”

“I have been associated with the Shrine for a very long time now,” Alice stated indifferently. “I am not so far from your world.”

“Then I wonder why only now have they introduced me to you,” Tsuruko suggested. “There’s an endless amount of people who are definitely better at dodging bullets.”

“According to uncle – a man who is also your uncle, I believe – †˜be it man or woman; experience comes only with real combat’, perhaps that is the real reason.”

“I certainly hope that would be the case… ” Tsuruko sighed, looking toward the sky. “I just hope I can be of use to them.”

“I wonder: do you want to be useful to them, or me?” Alice asked. “Never mind… besides, dodging bullets is not an easy feat for an ordinary human being.”

“It’s definitely something I need to learn in order to not become like this,” Tsuruko said. “I’ve only ever learnt to survive by myself, and was trained in only close combat… this was the first time I met with guns.”

“It isn’t something most may do,” Alice declared coldly. “It is mostly done by very skilled magicians and other Time Warriors. I’ve only ever seen Magic Magisters properly dodging bullets.”

“Someday I’ll be one of those skilled mages,” Tsuruko said. “I’m confident I will.”

“Good luck,” Alice said.

Somehow the voice from her words just now sounded different. Did she just smile? There was no way to tell with her face mostly hidden.

Alice then took out her phone, apparently vibrating yet again to indicate that she was being called.

“Alice speaking.” She picked up the call, and listened to the voice of the person from the other side. “Ah, Fuyuo-san, is it? What is the matter?”

At this, Tsuruko turned to Alice. It was a familiar name. Why wouldn’t she know it? Although she wasn’t completely certain, it awfully reminded her of her family’s name. Was Alice speaking to her father, or a family member of her household?

“Another Time Warrior appeared, is it?” Alice asked as if to reconfirm. Her voice was monotone, but she was undoubtedly surprised, evident from how she stood up from the bench immediately.

“Understood, I’ll be on the way,” she said, hanging up on the call and putting her phone away. “Are you coming along?” she asked, facing Tsuruko.

From that gaze, Tsuruko could feel that Alice wanted to tell her to go back to the condominium to rest. “Are we going to fight those terrorists again..?” asked a worried Tsuruko.

“The European Forces have indeed turned up. A citizen who turned out to be a Time Warrior is involved,” Alice elaborated. “I must attempt to rescue her. She could also be Japan’s potential second Time Warrior to be of service…”

“If you’re going, I’ll go as well.” Tsuruko sounded determined. “No matter what the situation is, I must still protect you… It is my duty and responsibility.”

“Do not overwork yourself,” Alice said, walking away.

“I’m feeling pretty normal already, talking to you made it better.” Tsuruko parted from her seat and paced behind Alice.

(Tfw thread got bugged. GG Fakku. That said, this and the new Tsuruko posts to come were actually forgotten, and were supposed to be posted earlier. Herpderp. They take place in the morning of the scenes Aramus had.)

Tsuruko woke up in a bed not in the girls dormitory located in the Magic Academy of Japan, but a condominium in Tokyo. Finding the rays of the sun making its way to her eyes from the window, she could hardly continue to sleep, however comfortable the bed was. The curtains weren’t pulled properly to block it, apparently.

Last night, as she was going home, Alice appeared and invited her to her place. She then provided magical medicines to her when they arrived.

She’d have fallen and passed out on the streets before reaching home, so it was a better idea to accept Alice’s offer. Now here she was, almost forgetting that she had accepted said offer.

Golden locks were seen soon enough as she looked around the room.

“How do you feel now?” Alice asked, she only wore a white bathrobe, apparently having taken a bath moments ago. It seemed that she came to check up on her.

“Where is… this place? ” Tsuruko murmured, using unconscientious effort to pry her eyes open.

“My place,” Alice answered. “You do not remember me carrying you here?”

“My apologies, but not at the least,” Tsuruko replied, sitting up, albeit slumping a little. “Last thing I remembered was that I wanted to proceed back home.”

“I wouldn’t think that it’s the side-effect of the anesthetic that I applied to you… perhaps your brain was simply too tired,” Alice said; making a conclusion to the matter.

“You used an anesthetic?” Tsuruko seemed surprised. “Did I really need one?”

“Yes,” Alice answered, speaking nonchalantly. “I had to treat you… since you had bullets in your body,” she elaborated.

“I see… hope it wasn’t too much of a hassle, and for that I am extremely grateful for what you’ve done. Even if I was supposed to be your bodyguard…” She gave a weak smile. Just then, she’d noticed the feel of the bed-linen on her skin, and that made her realize she wasn’t wearing anything. It would make sense to Tsuruko that it was necessary for her clothes to be removed while performing on her, but…

“I would suppose my garments are kept neatly?”

Alice pointed towards the closet. “I hope you do not mind that I’ve taken the liberty of cleaning and putting them up in the appropriate location,” Alice said, her words as emotionless as ever, but she seemed rather considerate, like any other Japanese are said to be. “I am your employer, so I have the responsibility of taking care of you; please do not pay excessive heed to it.”

“Ah… again, many thanks for that. I feel uncomfortable not wearing the proper attire, especially in front of esteemed persons.” Tsuruko heaved a sigh of relief, let the blanket off her and proceeded to take her garments off their hanger, which she then donned herself. Even with her body not near optimal condition, Tsuruko seemed to be thinking about her image before others. “So… do I have any other business here? Or…”

“No, but I’d recommend that you rest,” Alice suggested, shaking her head as she answered. “You are far from recovered,” she then continued. “As mentioned previously; your duties are for evenings. If you wish to return to the academy, however, I’d think that it is a little late for that.”

“I’m more than wide awake already, and I rest when I sleep,” Tsuruko replied. “At the least, if there’s any trivial tasks that need to be done, please entrust them to me.”

“I refuse to allow it,” Alice said, her tone didn’t change and nor did her expressions.

Tsuruko felt that she was acting rather stern, based on what little she knew about the mysterious idol.

“You are injured,” she begun, not giving enough time for Tsuruko to articulate a response. “How would you do anything while your body aches all over the place?” she asked.

“It’s true that I’m not in prime condition.” Tsuruko nodded. “But my body isn’t so weak as to succumb to minor faults, given the rest I already had.” She had been through more than this during her training, and she wasn’t one to give proper notice of her body’s limits. “It’s of little concern.”

“Very well,” Alice said. “Try doing a set of push-ups, then,” she commanded her.

Tsuruko nodded. She got on her fours, using her pectoral muscles to keep her legs and abdomen lifted and steady. Barely crossing the 10th mark, a bolt of pain ripped across her, making her unable to hold her position, and she let down a knee. Tch, she thought, since when did she get this weak? She was left panting, a look of disbelief encaptured on her, drips of sweat creasing down her forehead.

“That...That was nothing.” Tsuruko tried to control her breathing. “Give me another chance!”

Despite Alice’s apatheticness, Tsuruko could feel the disapproving gaze from Alice in but a moment when she looked up to her.

“You are already tired. I find it irrational that you seek an opportunity despite learning of the fact through the harder way,” Alice voiced her thoughts rather cordially, giving a sigh. It was the first time Tsuruko saw the idol sigh like this, as if she recognized her stubbornness for the first time. “I’d still recommend resting, however…”

“However?”

“...Do as you please.”

Now Tsuruko wasn’t sure if her decidedness had gotten to Alice, or if Alice had stopped caring. Either way, she’d thought she won. But a very good reason as to why she didn’t want to rest was because she would never have considered using anything of her esteemed client’s belongings. It would be shameful if her family knew she couldn’t take care of herself.

Dusting herself off, she asked Alice, “So… what now? Would I have to prepare ourselves a meal of some sorts?”

“I haven’t had breakfast yet, so you may do so if you wish,” Alice said, leaving the room Tsuruko was in.

Tsuruko soon noted that Alice wore slippers, and that a pair of slippers were also set aside for her. Wearing the slippers, she soon noticed that the floor was awfully dusty. Perhaps it hadn’t been cleaned for a long time. Considering that she was living alone, and how busy she seemed to be, it wouldn’t be surprising to learn that Alice hardly ever spent time cleaning, or doing any of her other household chores.

Tsuruko was surprised that that was actually the case, and that she’d have to make breakfast for Alice. Even if she had suggested it, she hadn’t touched a stove before, save for some classes in the Academy. Seeing a room like Alice’s made her think of home, but she’d controlled herself from sprucing up the place. What if she were to break something, or press some sort of secret button that would launch a bomb to who knows where? This was a condominium, after all, and such things could be lying in places she wouldn’t imagine.

((GM comment: Oh lord, this girl…))

But the problem now was what she had to make something for Alice. Was she even allowed to use the kitchen? Tsuruko dismissed the thought of actually asking Alice what she wanted to eat, but in her head she imagined Alice responding to her question with something like: Something that doesn’t kill me. Though, I would know for sure if it would. Confused, she sat on the already-kept bed, giving a cramped expression.

Propping herself up, she left the room as well, speaking to what seemed like an empty house, hoping Alice would reply: “Ahem, is it okay to use the kitchen..?”

“I have stated previously that you may do it if you wish,” Alice replied, apparently from a distance.

Tsuruko looked to the left and found a rather fancy living room, which was contrasted when she looked back to the room she was in. Alice was sitting beside a table. Was she waiting for Tsuruko to actually cook and bring breakfast to her, perhaps? Either way, it seemed like her eyes were glowing blue like they did last night before the fight they had. Otherwise, she wasn’t doing anything at all.

“Duly noted,” Tsuruko replied as she found the kitchen. It was equipped with all the latest cooking appliances one could hope to find in a kitchen. Little did Tsuruko know the difference between old fashioned equipments and the newer ones. Therein she had the idea of preparing what she always had in the Shrine: traditional Japanese bento, which consisted of chicken Karaage, rice, miso soup, and pickled vegetables. It required minimal handling of the stove; what Tsuruko would want, especially preparing food in someone else’s house, much less her client. Opposite the kitchen counter was a double-doored refrigerator wherein Tsuruko found the most massive plethora of ingredients she’d never seen before. Could it be that Alice was a secret master chef as well? It was for sure that Tsuruko could find no shortage of ingredients from the refrigerator. She prepared the rice as well as a pot of water and a wok half-filled with oil on the flames, while she started on the vegetables as well as the batter for the karaage.

After some twenty-odd minutes she had finished cooking for both Alice and herself, utilized the dishwasher for the utensils, and even wiped the floor of her bedroom clean, although not daring to touch Alice’s belongings, she left the tables uncovered. Setting the tray of food on the table Alice was sitting in she said to her, “Utterly sorry for the wait. Now, if you would enjoy.”

Alice nodded, without a word she took up pair of chopsticks offered to her by Tsuruko before extracting a portion of rice from the bentou. She chewed the food and then ate the karaage, her eyes widened in delight she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“...It is delicious,” she praised silently.

“I’m glad that you find it that way.” Tsuruko gave herself a bite of her meal, as well, and she was surprised it came out better than she had expected it to. “I also cleaned up your room a little for you.”

“Thank you,” Alice said, giving a bow with her head before she ate more of the rice that was provided by Tsuruko. She smiled, perhaps for just a slight moment. The phone on the table vibrated; drawing Tsuruko’s attention due to the faint noise. Alice picked it and seemed to have read through a message.

“It seems that my work is scarce today… I suppose I may go for a walk,” she said, before facing Tsuruko. “Care to join me?”

“If you would fancy my accompaniment,” Tsuruko replied, “then I shall.”