It reminded Bazett of her home. It reminded her of the sprawling landscapes of Ireland, the rolling fields that surrounded the Fraga-manor, and the places where she used to play as a child, laughing and jeering as she ran around without a care.
It was truly beautiful, and the redhead deeply regretted that they might have to destroy it in the battle with the enemy Magi.
Bazett breathed in deep, enjoying the rich scents that tickled her nose, and then breathed out. A sense of calm filled her, and she slowly let herself drift off, about to take a short nap while standing-
"It seems young mister Escardos is rather taken by the view." Caren's whisper snapped Bazett out of her trance, and she looked at the white-haired woman, who pointed at the frail teen. "Far more so than the others, it seems."
"Yes, well, that is only logical." Bazett nodded, confirming for herself that Flat was indeed gaping in stupefied awe at their surroundings. "Unlike the others, he was born and raised in a city for all his life. Svin comes from the Nordic countries, where there is no lack of nature and idyllic views. Grey actually lived in a countryside like this before becoming Lord El-Melloi's apprentice, while I come from Ireland and you from Italy. Lord El-Melloi was also born and raised in a city, but he at least has travelled quite extensively. Fujimaru is an enigma to me though."
"Such a wide variety of people we have here." Caren remarked with a smaller, truer smile than before. "I like it."
"We are all quite different, yes." Bazett nodded. Admittedly, Fujimaru was the only one of them to originate from somewhere outside Europe, but Norway, Ireland, England, Italy, and Wales were quite a variety all the same.
"I wonder if I should ask mister Fujimaru about his own experiences with such beautiful sceneries." A teasing glint entered Caren's eyes, one that promised nothing good for the redheaded teen. "As soon as he is done searching the area of course."
"Weren't you going to wear a cheerleader outfit?" Bazett remarked playfully, well aware that that particular set of clothes was still lying in the car. The Projected cloth lasted incredibly well, even though it had been quite a while since the spell had been cast. "To cheer him on?"
"Only during the fighting itself." Caren corrected her with an equally playful tone. "Right now, all I would do is distract him from his search with my cheering and jumping."
"So tomorrow, during the battle, you will wear it?" Bazett asked again, just to clarify.
"I will." Ortensia nodded, not a trace of doubt or hesitation present on her face. "Or, if there is no opportunity during the battle, then after the battle is finished and mister Fujimaru has a moment of free time."
"Damn, rather you than me." Bazett herself didn't even want to think about wearing such an outfit, but it seemed the little nun was committed to seeing things through after accepting Fujimaru's challenge.
"I will of course be depending on you to defend me from any unscrupulous men." Caren added, suddenly sliding up to stand right next to Bazett, clasping her hand in hers. "Who knows what they would do to me if you were not there."
"Eh? Oh, fine, just stick close to me." Bazett agreed.
Ortensia responded with a beautiful smile
It was at this point that Lord El-Melloi called for everyone to join him, and Bazett and Ortensia, as well as Svin, Flat, and Grey, followed his order, walking up towards the lord, who was busy examining the wooden fence that Bazett had taken note of earlier, alongside Fujimaru.
At the time, when she was at least half a kilometre away, Bazett had noticed nothing odd about that fence, but now that she came within less than ten metres of it, she could clearly feel the Magical Energy contained within.
"I can detect several spells here." Fujimaru told them once they were all within earshot. "Aside from the typical alarm spells that alert the casters when someone touches or climbs over the fence, there is also a spell that is supposed to keep mundane people away, and a spell that allows for a voice to be projected from somewhere else."
"Can you break the alarm spells?" Was the first thing Flat asked, which got him an eye roll from basically everyone present.
"I could, but that would alert the people who cast them." Fujimaru shot the suggestion down quickly and thoroughly. "If I wanted to get past it, I would need to somehow disrupt it without breaking it, or go over it at a sufficient height."
"Go over it?" Svin perked up, hearing an option that he was uniquely suited for with his Beast Magecraft. He'd probably just mimic a kangaroo or something and then take a jump.
"The alarm does not reach higher than eight metres." Fujimaru replied. "If you can jump higher than that, or fly, you can get past it without triggering anything."
"Isn't that rather careless?" Ortensia wanted to know, cocking her head to the side. "Would it not be better to make a dome-shaped Bounded Field, instead of a wall that can be crossed?"
"They probably can, but it wouldn't be wise." Fujimaru replied shortly, taking a few steps back until he stood next to Lord El-Melloi. "This alarm is already as good and thorough as it can be without becoming too obvious. Any more, and it will become too noticeable. They might as well place a sign saying 'secret hideout here' if they had done that."
"This alarm doesn't need to be better." Lord El-Melloi said bluntly. "Remember, no one is supposed to know there is anything here. The spell was probably meant to ward off stragglers at most. It won't hold up against a focused assault, nor was it ever supposed to."
"Okay, then now what?" Flat asked, looking up to a point in the sky that was roughly eight metres above the fence. "Are we going to fly over that eight metre Bounded Field to find this nest?"
"No need, I have already found the entrance." Fujimaru pointed at a nearby tree that was standing on a tiny hill, located approximately fifteen metres behind the fence. "On the other side of that hill is a hatch, mostly hidden by the tree's roots. That hatch is the entrance of the nest."
Bazett's gaze shot towards the hill he'd mentioned, but no matter how good or long she looked, she saw nothing that even hinted at it being the entrance of anything.
"You can actually see such a thing from here?" Ortensia sounded impressed as well, as the white-haired woman peered at the hill with squinted eyes. "That is very impressive, mister Fujimaru."
"It's nothing." The boy shook his head, making a dismissive motion. "I am just lucky to have the necessary skills that allowed me to find it. More important right now is what we're going to do about it."
"For now, nothing." Lord El-Melloi replied, placing a hand on Fujimaru's shoulder as if to hold him back from charging in. "We shall return to Frankfurt and convene with the Enforcers. Then we shall decide on a plan of action. Now let us leave. The longer we stay here, the higher chance we have of being noticed."
Most of the group, Bazett included, was more than happy to leave the place, which had now gone from idyllic to ominous. The only exception was Fujimaru, who seemed reluctant to leave for some reason.
Lord El-Melloi seemed to know what was going on inside the boy's head however, as he brusquely placed a hand on the redhead's shoulder again.
"One night won't make any difference, mister Fujimaru." He told the boy, his voice not unkind. "And by attacking with our full force, we have much more chance at being able to save everyone inside."
"…Of course." Fujimaru nodded after a moment, and with another pat on the back, Lord El-Melloi steered him towards the car as well.
"Mister Fujimaru?" Grey whispered softly once they were all safely inside the car and a good way away from the grassland.
"Yes, miss Grey?" Fujimaru turned around to face her, and Grey hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was a good idea to actually go through with her question, and then went ahead anyway.
"What did the hide-out smell like?"
It was, she believed, a valid question. Mister Fujimaru had told them before that he could discern Magecraft through scent, and Grey would very much like to know what they could expect tomorrow.
Fujimaru remained silent for several seconds, frowning slightly, before he answered.
"There were some hints of blood, as I had already expected." He began slowly, and Grey noticed everyone in the car was now paying attention. "There was something that smelled like cinnamon, strangely enough, and a scent that really reminded me of wet dogs."
"Wet dogs?" Flat asked, glancing at Svin from the corners of his eyes. "We have a wet dog ourselves here. You sure you didn't mistake where the scent was coming from exactly?"
Fujimaru didn't deign that question with an answer, and instead shook his head slowly.
"Those were only the smaller scents. The most noticeable scent was that of rotting corpses."
It became completely silent. It was as if everyone inside the car had decided to collectively hold their breath for a few moments, before Sir spoke up.
"Rotting corpses." He inquired, grimacing when Fujimaru nodded in confirmation. "I wonder what kind of Magecraft that could be."
"With scents like this, you have to take it pretty literally." Fujimaru explained, grimacing as well. "So rotting corpses probably means Necromancy, or perhaps the use of body parts in truly messed up rituals."
"Could it be Dead Apostle Research?" Ortensia wondered out loud, making Grey recall the fact she was coming along with them mostly because she was hunting the creators of the Mundane Apostles.
"No." Fujimaru promptly denied it however. "Dead Apostles smell like Death itself, like graveyards and bitter grief. They do not smell like rotting corpses."
"I see." Ortensia replied, studying Fujimaru as if she was seeing him for the first time, her characteristic smile strangely absent. "Thank you for explaining."
"No problem."
"But Necromancy, hah?" Flat sighed, shaking his head with an almost nostalgic expression. "I had an uncle who dabbled in Necromancy. Pretty scary, seeing a zombie shuffling around all the time."
"Excuse me?" Sir seemed taken aback by the news, and really, Grey was as well. "Why have I never heard of this?"
"Because Uncle Enrique was executed years ago for making Charles the Zombie." Flat waved the matter away carelessly. "I heard some Enforcer bloke chopped off their heads, of both uncle and Charles. Poor Charles, he didn't deserve that."
"I… I see." Sir clearly didn't know how to respond to that, but since Flat didn't seem very distraught about the death of a family member, no one tried to console him. "So decapitating them is enough to kill… well, I mean, dispose of them?"
"Beats me." Flat shrugged. "I'm just repeating what I heard from some family-gossip. All I know is that uncle made Charles, and that Charles got beheaded. What happened to him after that is not quite clear."
That clearly wasn't enough information to satisfy Sir, who pulled a face at Flat's answer.
Grey herself was becoming quite nervous at the continued talk about zombies, and she moved a hand into her robes to take hold of Ad, taking comfort in the presence of her weapon.
Technically speaking, Grey herself, having knowledge of Gravekeeper Secrets, including some aspects of Necromancy, should be a hard counter to the undead, but unfortunately, she was terribly afraid of them, and had a hard time effectively combatting them. She wasn't as afraid of zombies as she was of ghosts, but she was still pretty scared of them.
"Oi, kid." Bazett then called, though she didn't turn her head. "I must admit I'm not much of an expert in zombies either. Would you happen to know anything about their weak points, or do you have any spells for dealing with them?"
"I assume fire should work perfectly well to destroy them." The redheaded boy replied, not looking concerned at all by the prospect of having to fight walking corpses. "And otherwise, I have a spell that should be pretty effective against them."
"Long range, mid-range, or short range?" Svin asked, undoubtedly already trying to make a plan for the upcoming battle. "Or can it only be used in melee?"
"The spell I refer to can be used in melee, and for any of the three ranges." Fujimaru replied.
"Heh, how useful."
"Have you ever faced zombies before, mister Fujimaru?" Ortensia piped up again, asking the question everyone was wondering.
At least, Grey was pretty sure that was what everyone was wondering. She certainly was.
"I have not." Fujimaru was prompt to reply, rubbing the back of head with a ponderous expression. "But this spell has proven effective before against Dead Apostles. It works in a way that deals great damage to dark creatures."
"So it's just an assumption that it will work against the zombies?" Flat frowned, and Grey had to suppress a flinch at the insensitive remark.
"It is indeed nothing but an assumption, though I am pretty sure it'll work." Fujimaru answered the question as if it was a sincere one however. "But I suppose we'll have to see tomorrow. I might be wrong, in which case we'll have to resort to fire."
"Fire usually does the trick." Bazett agreed.
"I would really prefer not having to use fire though." Fujimaru grimaced, and Grey became concerned when Sir grimaced as well.
"Why not?" Svin asked.
"I second that why." Flat added.
"Because there are likely prisoners in that hide-out." Sir sighed, rubbing his face. "And burning everything down will kill them as well."
There was another silent moment, the only sound being the roaring of the car's engine.
"If my other spell works though, things should be fine." Fujimaru tried to set them at ease. "And even if not, I can just avoid the zombies and rescue the prisoners before setting off the slightest spark."
"Oh? You can do all that?" Lord El-Melloi raised an eyebrow. "You seem to be under the impression that you'll be part of the attack-group."
"Well, yes." Fujimaru nodded, turning around to give Sir a surprised look. "Won't I be?"
"No idea. That is something for you and the Enforcers to hash out between yourselves. I will not interfere with it."
"I see. I'd better speak with them soon then."
"Indeed. Make sure to seek them out when we return to Frankfurt and make your case to them. Tell them the plan as well while you're at it." Sir nodded, turning to look out of the window at the night sky. "Or at least, try to seek them out. Knowing them, they'll be all over Frankfurt, feasting the night away."
"I will find them, Lord El-Melloi." Fujimaru promised, placing a hand on his heart. "And I shall inform them of the plan."
"Have them gather at our hotel at nine in the morning. Tell them to bring their own cars." Sir quickly laid out some more instructions. "I will handle everything else."
"I shall tell them."
"Excellent."
"What about us, Waver?" Flat injected himself into the conversation again. "What are we going to do?"
"Not much." Sir responded dryly. "You will come along at nine o'clock when we travel to the nest again, but once the battle begins, you will stick by my side. I don't want any of you to enter combat, not even you, Bazett, I'll be depending on you for protection in case one of the criminals manages to flee the hideout."
"Yeah, yeah, that was not what I meant." Flat waved the answer away, before clasping his hands together as he gave Sir a wide grin. "I mean tonight! The night is young, Waver. Certainly, you don't expect us to stay in our hotel room the entire evening?"
"I agree." Svin spoke out in support of his friend, which, while not unprecedented, was quite uncommon. "We want to see Frankfurt, sir."
Sir opened his mouth to reply, closed it again, and hesitated for a few moments.
"You can stay out until eleven tonight." He eventually acceded, and Svin and Flat fist-bumped each other in enthusiasm. "But not a moment later. Furthermore, I want you all to stay in groups of at least two. None of you are to go anywhere alone. The only exceptions to this are Bazett and Fujimaru."
"What? That is outrageous! Unfair!" Flat spluttered in an irate tone. "Why are they exceptions?"
"Because Bazett is an adult and not under my care, and I am not under the illusion that I can control Fujimaru, who, by the way, hardly needs my care in the first place." Sir responded calmly, not impressed by Flat's tone. "And you." He turned towards Ortensia, who had been about to speak up herself. "Are definitely not allowed to go out on your own."
"Oof." The white-haired woman pouted, but she didn't protest.
Grey fully agreed with Lord El-Melloi. Caren Ortensia was much too pretty and pure-looking to be allowed to go out on her own. Unscrupulous men would undoubtedly try to take advantage of her.
"It'll be another half an hour or so before we arrive at the hotel." Bazett then reported, breaking off the conversation.
True to her word, Bazett managed to get them all safely to the hotel in exactly thirty minutes. She dropped them off on the sidewalk and then drove off to park in the hotel's garage.
"You are free to go now." Sir told them, before holding up a finger. "And remember, always travel in pairs, remain on the busy streets, don't wander off too far, and be back here at eleven."
"What if we're late?" It was of course Flat who asked the question.
"Then I'll come and look for you, in case you are in trouble." Fujimaru assured him, giving them all a very kind, charming smile. "But if I need to do that, then you better actually be in trouble, or I'll be mad at you."
"Noted!"
Head Professor Edokas, leader of the German Meluastea-outpost, was working calmly in his underground laboratory, when he was shocked out of his research by a shout of consternation.
"T-They can't be serious!" A young man spluttered in outrage, dramatically grabbing his head in his hands, his entire expression the very picture of surprised indignation as he dropped the package that he'd been studying seconds before.
It was quite a boorish racket, and most Magi present glared at the boy from the corner of their eyes, but Head Professor Edokas looked at Lars, his third acolyte, with a patient and understanding expression.
Had it been anyone else making the rackett, Edokas would have glared at them too, but Lars was his star-apprentice, so he made an exception.
Lars was a curious, quick-witted lad who always gave his full effort in everything. The boy had a lot of ambition, and he would be a very valuable ally to their masters, the Meluastea, once he had matured a bit.
It was Edokas' responsibility, and his honour, to make sure that Lars could actually do that maturing, at his own speed, unencumbered by laws or petty edicts that stiffened the Magi in the Clocktower.
It was admittedly quite difficult at times to give Lars the education he deserved here in this godforsaken corner of Germany's countryside, locked up in a hole under the ground with the nearest city, Frankfurt, more than an hour away by car, but Edokas had managed so far, helped in no small part by Lars himself, who had proven himself to be studious, responsible, intelligent, and talented.
Edokas had never had any children himself, or even a wife or lover, but he liked to think that if he'd ever had a child, they would be a lot like Lars.
So when the boy came running at him, clutching the file that contained their bimonthly update from the Meluastea, encompassing the briefings on important happenings in the Moonlit World as well as their new assignments for the coming two months, Edokas didn't punish him for the shouting or the running –as the other Magi clearly hoped he'd do– but calmly held out his hand so Lars could place the file it.
"Calm down, my boy." He said soothingly, placing his empty hand on Lars' shoulder. "Take a deep breath, take threedeep breaths."
Lars did as he was told, taking a gulp of air, before slowly exhaling, and then repeating it two more times.
"Good." Edokas nodded approvingly. "Now, tell me, what has gotten you in such a state?"
"H-Head Professor." The boy stuttered, no longer panting or hyperventilating, but still having to lean his hands on his knees to recover from the sprint. "T-The file… T-There's something wrong with it."
"Something wrong with it?" Ignoring the dreadful physical shape his third acolyte was in, Edokas focused on the bundle of papers, which indeed was much thicker and heavier than the previous files had been. "How odd."
"T-There's… There's…" Lars tried to continue, but Edokas motioned for silence, before he started paging through it himself, trying to determine what was so wrong about it that it had prompted his favourite apprentice to react so violently.
It did not take him longer than five seconds to discover just what had shocked Lars so.
"Is this their idea of a jest?" Edokas now understood. He understood why Lars had been so surprised by the file. Honestly, he too was surprised by it, and not in a pleasant way. "This file contains far more than we need to know. This file has not been vetted at all!"
"I-It seems to contain just about every bit of information the Meluastea have." Lars agreed. "There must have been a mistake made during the vetting. My lord, should we burn the file?"
Edokas grinned at the excellent suggestion, one that once more confirmed that Lars was his favourite student. If his first or second acolytes had been here, they would have stared oafishly, or put on a thick-headed smile, thinking that getting more information was good.
Lars didn't do any of that. From Lars, Edokas received nothing but a quick, rational decision, showing that he understood perfectly well that they were part of a massive illegal operation, and that compartmentalising information was the most important thing to do when trying to keep said operation a secret.
But alas, Edokas had to look at the bigger picture here, no matter how much he might have wanted to agree with his acolyte.
"No, we will not burn it." He thus replied with a shake of his head. "I understand why you want to, and it is a good suggestion, but if the Meluastea sent this complete file for a reason, it would be most foolish of us to destroy it."
"Wouldn't they have told us about something like this beforehand?"
"Maybe, though as we already concluded, this is an unprecedented happening. Maybe instructions will follow later."
"Are you sure it is safe to keep it though?" Lars pressed him on his decision.
"Lars, my dear acolyte, I understand your worries. Even though this outpost has never been as much as approached before by uninvited people, there is always a chance an attack can come soon." Edokas knew that all too well. "But rest assured. I shall keep the file with me at all times. If we are attacked, I shall cast it into the flames immediately."
His words seemed to significantly improve Lars' mood, and he nodded happily, like a little puppy about to be offered a nice treat.
And who was Edokas to refuse him a treat? Lars had shown himself an excellent student, and he had grown enough over the past three months to be allowed to learn a new spell.
"Lars, I believe you have passed an important milestone in your education." The Head Professor and leader of the German outpost began, pulling the boy a little closer to him. "As such, I will show you a new spell. A curse I retrieved myself from a tomb in Mesopotamia. I shall teach it to you."
"M-My lord! Will you really?" Lars' mouth fell open for a moment, but then he began bouncing in place like the aforementioned puppy, and Edokas couldn't suppress an affectionate laugh as he nodded in confirmation. "Yippee!"
"Hahahaha! You have earned it. You are undoubtedly the best worker I have." Edokas laughed. "Come, let us go to my office. We can check up on our projects on the way."
Their underground outpost was shaped roughly like a string of balls, or perhaps a train, consisting of several, large, circle-shaped rooms, that had been placed in a line, with small doors connecting the different compartments. These large rooms were the laboratories in which the inhabitants did their research.
The 'train' was angled downwards, meaning that the first room was still relatively close to the surface, while the last room was the deepest underground.
Numerous smaller rooms, which served as personal residences of the researchers at the site, were spread out around the main chambers like branches around a trunk, with small hallways connecting the smaller rooms to the laboratories.
Edokas and Lars had been standing in the first laboratory, the one closest to the surface. Edokas had been working, while Lars had just returned from the entrance of the outpost, located right under the hatch that led to the field above, where he'd received the file.
Edokas' office on the other hand was located in the deepest part of the outpost, at the very end of the train, beyond even the last laboratory, meaning they'd have to cross the entire underground complex to get to their destination.
It was a bit of a walk, but as Edokas had said, that allowed them to check in on their projects and their co-workers.
The first project they came across during their walk through the outpost was one of Edokas' own. He had been developing small devices that could be placed in a human's body, resulting in a magical paralysis that was nigh-unbreakable. The devices functioned by sending out paralysing waves of power that could travel through the entire body, freezing up nerves where it went, but couldn't penetrate the skin, meaning that, once the device had been placed in the victim's body, the outside world was completely safe.
The downside of his devices though was that their effects of freezing the nerves also caused unbearable agony in the entire body, a pain that had been compared to being flayed alive. It was something Edokas had been working hard on to fix.
There had also been several other relatively minor problems with the devices, such as their limited lifespan and the fact that they tended to knock the prisoner unconscious the moment they were activated, but those problems had already been fixed. Edokas' current test subject had been paralysed for more than a week now, but the upgraded devices showed no sign of breaking any time soon and the subject was fully conscious yet unable to move a muscle.
If only he could solve the constant agony-problem, which was still very much unsolved, then they would be perfect to sell.
The next project they passed was also one of Edokas'. It involved replacing body parts with magical prosthetics to increase efficiency and strength and decrease the natural limb-shaking that all humans suffered from.
This project hadn't been nearly as successful as the paralysation devices however. After the replacement surgery, his subjects could barely move anymore, never mind use the prosthetic, and they often died quickly after receiving them.
Even more frustratingly, Edokas still had no idea why that was. The prosthetics were perfectly fine in theory, yet something in the human body seemed to violently disagree with them.
It wasn't even a matter of having Magic Circuits, as Edokas' former fifth acolyte had died just as quickly as the mundane subjects after receiving a prosthetic, screaming in agony all the way to her grave.
Frankly, Edokas was close to abandoning the project entirely. The prosthetics weren't cheap or easy to make, nor was it a simple matter to graft them onto his subjects, especially since it required him to sedate them at least partially to prevent them from thrashing about, which took up a fortune in sedating agents.
It was perhaps more trouble than it was worth.
While Edokas was working on those two projects, Lars was tending to his own on the other side of the room, making a few measurements to see how the mice he had infected with cancer cells were faring.
Apparently, not well. One mouse almost had its jaw falling off, and another had lost three limbs already. The agonised screeching that sounded when Lars opened the cage was grating to the ears.
The people he'd done the same to weren't doing much better than the mice.
Several more projects followed, like the development of magical acid, an attempt to combine humans with animals to make really efficient Chimeras –that particular craft had once been the forte of Vincent Balefor, but that man had fallen into the hands of Lorelei Barthomeloi and was now either being tortured or already dead– the growing of flesh-eating plants with a taste for humans, and several comparable experiments.
Of course, Edokas and Lars were far from the only ones present in the outpost.
Arbus was diligently working on getting his female test-subjects pregnant in order to claim their babies in nine months, while Pauline was currently attempting to connect five human heads –all still alive and conscious despite having been removed from their bodies– together to create a magical version of a computer, and Robert was doing something vague with male genitals.
Edokas' other two acolytes, Cindy and Lilith, weren't around at the moment, and were likely still coped up in their rooms. They had just finished their main projects and were currently taking a break.
Frankly, Edokas was happy that they weren't around. Those daft girls would have assailed him with endless questions if they had been present, and he wasn't at all in the mood for that.
They passed through four more laboratories, each one of them filled with more than a dozen Magi working hard at advancing the noblest practice of Thaumaturgy, and Edokas couldn't suppress a feeling of pride each time that one of them showed him respect.
He'd come a long way over the past years. No longer was he a street rat who had to fish through bins for food, nor was he a pathetic homeless creep who had to go around begging for paid work. He was a Head Professor now, with all these nobles happily kowtowing to him.
It was a good feeling.
"Here we are, at last." Edokas sighed in satisfaction once they finally made it to his office. "Let me just put this file on my desk and then I'll teach you that curse."
"Head Professor… Lord Edokas."
"What is it, my boy?" Edokas turned around promptly upon hearing Lars address him in such an uncertain tone. "Is there anything wrong?"
"No, sir, nothing. It's just that… I wanted to say that I'm so happy that I have you as my teacher."
"Lars…"
"I mean it, sir. Back home, I was a nobody, a loser, even my own family hated me. But you took me in, taught me everything I know. I-I just wanted to say… t-that I think of you, and everyone here, as my true family."
"My boy-"
"And I'll do anything to prove that, my lord." Lars clenched a fist, raising it to eye-height. "I will become the best researcher ever, better than you even, a-and when I'm famous and rich, I'll make sure everyone knows that it was you who supported me and made me who I am."
For a moment, Edokas thought his heart might explode, that was how moved and how proud he was.
"Lord Edokas, you have always been like a father to me. I swear I will make you proud."
Unable to bear it, he pulled the boy into a strong, manly hug, partially because he really wanted to, and partially to hide the proud tear that was rolling down his cheek at that moment.
"Lars, my boy… My son, I am already proud of you."
It was a moving sight; a man and a boy having become so close that they had become a surrogate father and son, embracing each other as they expressed their familial love. Both of them having come from rags, and now making their way to riches.
The sight was only slightly sullied by the fact that the whole event took place accompanied by the sound of endless agonised screaming, as dozens upon dozens of people were tortured in ways too gruesome to imagine in the rooms just next to theirs.
Svin had never really left England before.
Of course, he'd been born in Norway, and had lived there for a while, but his family had moved to London when he was eight, and he had never left the United Kingdom's borders after that.
At least until now. Now he was in Germany, and Heavens, did he enjoy it much more than he thought he would!
Not the first part of the journey though. Sitting in a plane, finding their luggage in a strange airport, hauling everything to their hotel, and then spending hours searching the countryside had not been the most enjoyable experience of his young life.
But now that they had been granted some free time, Svin intended to have as much fun here in Frankfurt as he possibly could.
"Calm down, le chien, I am not that fast!"
Even having Flat following him around all the time did nothing to dampen his excellent mood.
Hearing the other boy's complaints, Svin slowed down to a calm walk, allowing Flat to catch up with him. In the meantime, the Norse boy looked around with wonder in his eyes, seeing thousands upon thousands of people walking around in all directions over the beautiful streets. He saw shops selling a plethora of items and foodstuffs. He saw people walking with children and babies. He heard them speak rapid German, or Deutsch as they called it themselves. He stared until his eyes were at risk of rolling out of their sockets.
"So… Are we just going to walk around all night, staring at stuff, or are we actually going to do something?" Flat then wanted to know. "I mean, we can go into a shop and buy some stuff if you want, or perhaps get some food from a stall? I don't know about you, but I'm pretty hungry."
It was clear enough that Flat hoped to see Svin struggle with the language-barrier while trying to buy something, but what the difficult boy didn't know was that German shop owners often spoke enough English to be perfectly capable of selling things to Englishmen.
Flat's expression upon realising that even the street vendors spoke excellent English was priceless, and totally worth the cost of the potato pancakes Svin had just bought for them both.
"Thank you for your business." The man behind the cart grunted with only the slightest of accents, and Svin gave him a polite nod back, peering curiously at the snack he had just purchased. He'd never heard of pancakes made out of potatoes before.
"Come on, you should eat those before they get cold." He then told his pouting friend, who hadn't taken a single bite yet. Not that Svin had either, but he was planning on using his mate as a taste tester, and he couldn't do that if the boy continued to be petulant.
"Yeah, yeah." Flat groused, before he started eating, with Svin watching him closely for his reaction.
Flat's brooding expression disappeared quickly once the first bite had been taken, and the sheer joy on his face prompted Svin to have a taste of his own potato pancakes as well.
…Oh yeah, these were great.
For a while, neither boy said anything, too preoccupied with eating their delicious treats, and it was only when a known face emerged from the crowd that Flat shook himself loose again.
"Oi, Shirou!" He called out, excitedly waving his hand at the redheaded teen. "Over here!"
His shouting was unnecessary, as the other boy had spotted them sooner than they had seen him, but the redhead still waved back obligingly, giving them one of his signature kind smiles.
"Mister Glascheit, mister Escardos." Fujimaru greeted them once he'd gotten within hearing distance. "What a coincidence to find you here."
"Is it really, mister Fujimaru?" Svin asked, knowing very well how strong and accurate the Japanese teen's senses were, from his own admission no less. At first glance, it wouldn't seem all that odd, someone having a talent for scouting and reconnaissance, but for some reason, Svin could never escape the hair-raising sensation that the redhead was actually massively downplaying the strength and accuracy of his senses. That, combined with the fact he could always sense some kind of earth-shatteringly powerful static coming from the other teen, made him quite wary of his teacher's latest apprentice.
Svin's Beast Magecraft had massively boosted his senses and instincts, and when those instincts were crying out like this, they were usually right.
"It is a coincidence. I might have noticed you a while ago, but I was not actively searching for you." Fujimaru shook his head, his smile never wavering.
"Hm, if you say so." Svin accepted the redhead's words, not in the mood to argue. "How are you doing?"
"I am doing very well, mister Glascheit. What about you two?"
"Yeah, we're fine as well."
"Glad to hear it. Now, I have a question. I have found most of the Enforcers already, but there are some who have escaped me thus far. You wouldn't happen to have noticed one or two Enforcers on your walk?"
"You have found most of them already?" Svin almost choked on his potato pancake when he heard that. It had barely been two hours since they'd returned to Frankfurt, yet Fujimaru had already tracked down most of the team?
"Indeed."
"Ah… Well, we didn't see anyone familiar or anyone who looked like an Enforcer, and even if we did, we wouldn't be able to tell you where they could be now." Svin wished he had some information to give, but he had nothing.
"Yes, I understand. I imagine there would be no way for you to know. A pity, but thank you anyway." Fujimaru nodded, before his eye fell on the potato pancakes Svin and Flat were carrying. "What are those? They smell amazing."
"Potato pancakes." Flat answered happily, pulling his own portion close to his chest. "They are available at a lot of stalls around here."
"Then I'll be sure to sample them myself." There was a glint in the redhead's eyes that suggested he was planning on doing more than just sampling them, but Svin wisely didn't ask.
"I won't keep you two any longer." Fujimaru continued, giving them a polite bow. "I must continue my search. Enjoy the rest of the evening."
"And the best of luck to you." Svin nodded. "Good hunting, mister Fujimaru."
"Ciao." Was Flat's contribution.
And then Fujimaru had disappeared again, melting into the crowd with a speed and natural ease that would have made professional assassins jealous.
It made one wonder just what kind of man Fujimaru really was…
But Svin quickly put those thoughts out of his head. It was none of his business, and besides, he was here to enjoy himself.
Together with Flat, he ate the last of his potato pancakes, threw away the paper kerchief they had been wrapped in, and continued the trek through Frankfurt.
Yeah, Svin was having a great time here, and there was no need to spoil it by brooding over the powers and abilities of a mysterious ally.
"That foolish, scatter-brained, dim-witted nun." Bazett hissed under her breath as she rapidly searched the streets of Frankfurt, doubling back on the road she'd taken before, looking in every nook, cranny, and side alley, frantically trying to track down her white-haired companion, who had disappeared a short while ago.
In hindsight, Bazett should have expected that to happen when Caren started mumbling about 'being among a large group of tourists while on busy streets wasn't being alone', but she had been too preoccupied with her own thoughts and hadn't really registered what the nun had said before she was gone, leaving Bazett to pull her hair out of her head in worry.
The fact that the white-haired goose of a woman was clearly planning on staying in busy areas provided some solace, but nevertheless, this was a large city, and Bazett would really like to have the beautiful, young, angelic-looking girl firmly under her wings instead of wandering the streets alone.
Who knew what would happen after all? Frankfurt had three quarters of a million inhabitants. It wasn't unthinkable that there would be at least a few madmen among them who would have no qualms about harming an innocent girl for their own enjoyment.
So Bazett continued her search, going as far as to use Runes to try and find the nun, though without much success. She had never had much of a talent for tracking and searching with Magecraft, and it didn't help that she had nothing to attune to either.
If she'd known this would happen, she would have taken a bit of Caren's hair, that would have made finding her a breeze, but she hadn't, and now she paid the price for her unpreparedness.
If only she had Deirdre with her; her cousin had been a natural at tracking and searching through Runes and other spells-
Bazett harshly put a stop to that train of thought. Thinking of her cousin, who had disappeared and was likely either dead or in some Magus' collection, would only bring her mood down even more, which was something she really didn't need at the moment.
There was no use in wishing that Deirdre was here. That was impossible.
Which was why it was a relief to see Fujimaru emerge from a side street. The boy had already shown he was significantly better at tracking people than Bazett was.
Fujimaru had spotted her too, and before Bazett could blink twice, he was already in front of her, having practically phased through the crowd.
"Miss Bazett." Fujimaru greeted her happily, and she noticed he was holding a paper kerchief with some kind of pancakes wrapped in it. "How are you doing?"
"Not well. I have a problem." She groused, before pointing at the pancakes. "But first, what are those?"
"Potato pancakes." The redheaded boy replied happily, showing her one. "They are delicious, and I managed to get the recipe from one of the salesmen. I really had to press for it, and he charged me five hundred euros, but I managed to get it in the end."
"Sounds like you had a successful evening." Bazett huffed, slightly amused by his enthusiasm over a bit of food.
"Certainly, and not just because I have a recipe." Fujimaru's expression turned serious now. "I have found all of the Enforcers as well, and I managed to convince them to let me accompany them during the attack tomorrow. So yeah, I'd say my evening has been pretty successful."
"You have already found them all?" Bazett asked, blinking in surprise when the redhead nodded in confirmation. "Impressive. If you have time to spare now, could you help me find Caren?"
"She's gone?"
"The little doe-eyes disappeared on me." Bazett admitted, balling her fists in frustration. "I have no idea where she is. I swear, when I find her, I'll-"
Her rant was interrupted when Fujimaru resolutely handed her a potato pancake, practically shoving it into her hands, taking her aback enough for him to talk over her.
"Not to worry, miss Bazett. I'll go and search for her too." The redheaded boy promised, before quickly eating his own pancakes. "Between the two of us, we'll find her in no time."
"Right." Bazett nodded, before she glanced at the snack that he'd handed her and, with a shrug of her shoulders, began eating it.
"!? This is delicious!"
"Yes, but also so unhealthy." Fujimaru bemoaned, his gaze turning forlorn for a moment, but then he rallied again. "It's more than worth it though. You just shouldn't eat it too often. Save it for special occasions and all. Still, with our daily schedules, we can take in a few more calories than the average person."
"Uh huh." Bazett agreed, stuffing her mouth full. She got enough exercise to be allowed to eat unhealthy stuff now and then, especially with the energy burned from spells, and really, if the fat went to the right places, she wouldn't even mind it all that much.
The snacks were gone in no time, and with her mood lifted and her stomach full, Bazett resumed the search for the stray nun, going in one direction while Fujimaru went the other.
Fujimaru was right. Between the two of them, finding Caren shouldn't be a problem.
Grey was having the time of her life.
She was exploring a new city, one that wasn't London, in a country where she'd never been before, surrounded by people and cultures of all shapes and sizes, looking around with wide eyes as she tried to take in everything at once.
Unlike what her general attitude might suggest, Grey did enjoy visiting new places, and she did like discovering things she hadn't seen before. She generally was just too nervous to dare to go out by herself, and since Sir was always too busy and she could hardly ask Svin, Flat, or Lehrman to accompany her, there hadn't been any possibility of going out to explore.
She was content enough with her life of course, she certainly didn't want to complain or give the impression she was ungrateful for what she had, but the curiosity for the outside world lingered like an itch below her skin.
But now, she had every opportunity to scratch that itch. She was in a new place, having every opportunity for trying new things, with Sir walking right next to her, being a beacon of stability and calm for her to return to if she got overwhelmed by all the sensations that a big city could offer her.
She really was having the time of her life, and it was made even better by the fact that Sir was once more trusting her with his secrets.
"Fujimaru is planning something, Grey." Sir sighed deeply as he combed a hand through his hair. "More so than usual I mean. I don't know how I know it, but he is not in Germany just to deal with that nest. He has another purpose, one he has gone to great lengths to hide from us, and I have no idea what it could be."
"Hm." Grey made an understanding noise, knowing that he didn't expect her to reply.
"I mean, he should be free to do what he wants of course, as long as it's not too illegal, and I really don't think he'll ever hurt innocent people, but I can't help but worry all the same, you know."
"Uh huh."
"I noticed it back when I first told everyone that we'd be going to Germany. Everyone was surprised, but he seemed more… taken aback in a way that suggests it was a scary coincidence, if that makes sense."
"Yes."
"I can't help but harbour the suspicion that he wanted to go to Germany long before Lady Barthomeloi gave me her orders, and that she played right into his hands."
"Umu."
"The question now is, did he arrange any of this? I mean, I don't think so, that would be both out of character and would require years of preparation, but if I'm right, if he did somehow manipulate me, Lady Barthomeloi, and the criminals… That would be extremely problematic, to say the least."
"Hm."
"But perhaps I am just looking too deeply into this." Sir shook his head, placing a hand on his own forehead as he let out a short laugh. "I have been hunting Sealing Designees for too long. I'm seeing shadows and patterns that aren't really there. Perhaps I should just put it all on the backburner and just enjoy an evening in the city."
"Ahah."
"Yes, I think that's what I'll do. Let's just go to a café and have a drink while we talk about nonsensical things."
"Yes sir." Grey responded, jumping at the chance of spending some quality time with her mentor and teacher.
"Good." Lord El-Melloi nodded firmly, casting his gaze around to look for a place that met his fancy.
As they were in the tourist zone of Frankfurt, there were a plethora of cafés, pubs, bars, and restaurants to choose from, and before long, they were standing inside a cosy little café that had appealed to both Grey and Sir.
"Welcome, sir." The waiter greeted them with an easy smile. "A table for you and your daughter?"
"Yes." Lord El-Melloi nodded.
The fact that he didn't protest against the term made Grey feel… warm.
She was going to get into trouble over this.
Caren was certain of it. If Lord El-Melloi wouldn't be wrought that she had disobeyed his orders to always stay with someone else of their group, then Bazett would be mad that Caren had suddenly left her behind and made her worry. Even Shirou and Grey might be angry that she had taken such a risk for no valid reason.
She acknowledged that by the way. She acknowledged that she didn't have a valid reason for leaving Bazett behind. The redheaded woman likely would have agreed with any suggestion Caren put forth, so there had been no need to disappear on her.
But, as always, Caren just had to make things as difficult as they could be. It just seemed to be in her nature to overcomplicate things and to make others uncomfortable. It was something she'd probably inherited from her father, though she was very grateful not to have inherited the entirety of his affliction.
Alas, all ruminations and regrets aside, what was done was done, and Caren found herself part of a tour group, numbering fifteen people in total, walking through the streets of Frankfurt, listening to a tour guide talk in rapid English as he described the various churches and bridges that they walked past.
The white-haired woman listened with great interest, enjoying herself quite a bit, and even the knowledge that she would be in for a thorough scolding once they tracked her down was not enough to put a damper on her good mood.
Worrying about said scolding was of no use, as her punishment would be the same regardless of whether she returned immediately or whether she'd only return after the tour was finished, so she stuck around, happily listening to the history of Frankfurt, as well as studying her fellow tourists.
The two men walking closest to her seemed to be from Eastern Europe, if Caren had read their accent right. They wore tracksuits and backpacks, and had a typical Eastern European face. Another notable feature was that they were both quite fat, though perhaps that was only to be expected, considering they had been shovelling some kind of pancakes into their mouths since the tour had begun.
The four French students were a lot more pleasant to listen to and look at, as their group consisted of two handsome young men and two beautiful young women, all of them history-students who specialised in the German high-medieval period. They were in Frankfurt mainly to do research for their graduation project, though taking this tour was more of a break for them.
The father and his two adult sons, who Caren presumed to be… Danish perhaps, hadn't said much, and really only interacted with the tour guide and each other. They were tall, dark-haired, and looked very grim, though their expressions didn't seem to be indicative of their moods, as their tone was pleasant enough whenever they spoke.
There was a single strange man in a suit and a top hat walking along with the group, as well as a middle-aged lady in Victorian getup. One would have thought they would be together, but it didn't seem like they were.
And lastly, there were two young parents with their child, their accent distinctly American. The parents couldn't be older than thirty, and they had great trouble trying to control their son.
"W-Why did we have to follow this tour?" Said child, who couldn't be older than ten, whined, looking up at his parents with tearful eyes. "It's boooooring."
"Jimmy…" The mother sighed, giving off the impression of a woman who had heard the words 'this is boring' ten thousand times already. "Please last a little longer. We'll get you some candy after this is over."
"But I want candy now!" Jimmy whined, his voice becoming louder as he stamped his feet. "Momma!"
"Now now." Caren smoothly cut in before the crying could actually begin, smiling down gently at the little boy. "That is not how proper young men should behave."
Faced suddenly with someone he didn't know, the boy stopped his whining, staring with wide eyes at Caren, who took the opportunity to continue.
"We are on an adventure." She told him, winking slyly as if she was revealing a great secret to him. "You cannot cry when we are adventuring. You are a big boy, aren't you?"
Jimmy nodded wordlessly, completely engrossed by Caren, as the entire group came to a momentary halt, everyone looking at the by-play between the child and the nun.
"Yes, of course you are. You are a big boy, and big boys don't cry when they are exploring a new city, do they, Jimmy?"
"N-No, they don't." Jimmy shook his head, and he quickly wiped away the tear tracks with his sleeves. "I-I wasn't crying!"
"Of course not, little chap." One of the French students agreed kindly. "You're a big boy, no, more than that, a real man."
"Y-Yes!" Having received such an amazing compliment, Jimmy puffed out his chest, his expression having become one of pride, and without another word, he continued walking, his gait far stronger than before. There was nothing left of the boy who'd been about to cry.
"Oh, thank you, both of you." Jimmy's mother professed, while Jimmy's father shook the French student's hand in gratitude. "I'm sorry for his behaviour, and that we couldn't do anything to calm him down ourselves. I just feel we're making so little impact on him these days. Thank you for your help, truly."
"It was no problem at all." Caren smiled. Helping people and being kind to others were the duties that Jesus and the Lord had bestowed upon their followers, and she had no intention of forsaking those sacred duties even once.
Her teasing didn't count. She always picked her targets carefully, making sure to select only those who could withstand her jabs and pricks easily enough, like Bazett, Shirou, or any of the overly proud agents of the Burial Agency. She would never bully the weak.
The parents then quickly ran after Jimmy, who'd marched several metres down the road, and the rest of the group followed suit a moment later, until Caren had been left slightly behind, along with the Danish father and his two adult sons.
"That boy should have been in bed by now." The elder of the sons suddenly commented, giving Caren a glance from the corner of his eye. "You have given him some energy –well done, by the way–but it won't last."
"Why did they even take him along anyway?" The younger groused. "Of course the kid is bored, this is not meant for children his age."
"Ha." The father scoffed, giving his elder son a push to the back of his head and the younger a firm shove in the side. "Hear you two talk as if you know everything. Those parents wanted to have a nice evening in the city, and since they can hardly leave their son behind, they needed to take him along. You cannot blame them for not wanting to stay cooped up in their room all evening."
"That doesn't mean it is not annoying, for that boy and for us." The elder protested. "I mean, he can hardly be expected to behave himself-"
"Indeed not. Children cannot behave themselves. To get angry at them for that is nonsensical." The father barked, before smirking in amusement. "Should I tell the lady nun here about your escapades when you were that age? Do you think you were so well-behaved back then? I seem to remember a certain boy who really wanted to go to Disneyland, hiding under the table every time Mickey Mouse came by."
"Dad." The elder son flinched at his father's words and looked even more aggrieved when Caren placed a hand over her mouth to hide her smile. "That was years ago!"
"Back when you were the same age as that kid." The father nodded. "Rather proves my point, no?"
The trio then descended into outright squabbling, and after watching for a while, Caren decided to follow the rest of the group. She wasn't very quick in her robes, and it would be bad if she fell too far behind. If she lost sight of them, she would never be able to catch up, and that would mean she'd be walking the streets alone, exactly what she wasn't allowed to do.
Fortunately, the group had stopped at the end of the street, and Caren estimated she should be able to reach them in a minute at most.
And yes, it was quite annoying to have the Danish trio suddenly overtake her with their long legs, reaching the group before she did, even though they had started walking several minutes after she'd left.
All annoyance about her short size and stride disappeared however when Caren received some shocking news from the others.
"The guide ditched us." One of the Eastern European men complained, looking quite lost on what to do with that fact. "Said we were too slow for him, and that he had a train to catch. 'You can get back by yourselves', he said."
"What a tosser." The other swore, balling his fist at the sky. "I'm gonna give him a one-star review. No, I'll complain to the tour agency directly. This is ridiculous."
"We can get back though, can't we?" The younger Danish son wondered.
"Of course we can." The father rumbled, pointing to the East. "The tourist area is in that direction. If we simply follow the street, we'll be back in no time."
"Good."
"D-Did the mister leave because of me?" Jimmy asked, pouting as his eyes filled with tears again, though this time not out of boredom and petulance, but rather out of fear that he had ruined the adventure.
His parents and the French students were prompt to assure him it wasn't his fault, and that the guide was simply a bad man, but Caren ignored the boy this time, as she had a terribly foreboding feeling.
It was of course possible that the guide was simply an overworked man who didn't give a damn anymore about his job and saw nothing wrong with leaving a group of entitled tourists behind because he needed to catch his train, but that theory didn't explain why they had to be left behind in a bad part of town, at a large distance from the bustling tourist area.
The street was completely abandoned. They were the only ones outside for as far as the eye could see.
That, combined with the fact most streetlamps had been broken, painted a rather grim picture of the situation.
Caren realised too late that they had been lured here, one old bridge and stately church at the time. The guide had started out properly, remaining in busy areas, but as the tour continued, he'd led them further and further away from the city centre.
He had brought them here in order to spring some sort of trap on them.
The fact that seven men, each masked and brandishing knives or steel pipes, emerged from the shadows soon after and surrounded them, not looking at all surprised that there were tourists in their territory, provided all the confirmation Caren needed to conclude her fears had been correct.
"Oh great." The elder of the two sons remarked with a frown when he saw the masked and armed men. "Now this."
"Cut the bravado and hand over your money and jewellery." The leading robber sniffled, his voice indicating he was grinning widely.
"You can keep your cards and stuff, but you'll hand over all the cash and shiners." Another continued, this one sounding far more serious and professional. "Come on, get it out, and no one has to get hurt."
"Don't bother, this lot ain't gonna cooperate." The third robber sniffed, marching up while brandishing his iron baseball bat. "They're just gonna try to keep cash back or run away. I say we give them a beating and take their stuff ourselves."
"Oh oh, I'll take the little nun." The fourth robber said eagerly, quickly turning to Caren. His eyes were hidden, but Caren could still feel his lecherous gaze on her, the hand holding the knife shaking madly, though whether that was from nervousness, perverted desires, or some kind of drug, she didn't know.
"I think not, you ruffian!" The Danish father made to advance to protect Caren, followed by his sons, but they were thwarted when two armed robbers faced off against them, turning the situation into a stalemate. The robbers had weapons, but the Danish trio was significantly larger and stronger.
The situation rapidly devolved into chaos, and several stand-offs took place around Caren, as the fourteen tourists decided not to take the robber's abuse lying down.
"Come on now, I'm not gonna hurt you." The lecherous robber sniggered, ignoring the chaos as he reached for Caren. "In fact, I think you're gonna like this. Little nun like you has probably never been touched by a man before."
"Leave her alone!" Little Jimmy shouted as he ran forward and resolutely placed himself before Caren, holding out his hands to shield her.
"Wha? Ugh, you stupid kid!" The robber seemed inordinately irritated by Jimmy's actions, probably feeling attacked in his fragile manhood. "I'll get you!"
Things had gotten really volatile, and it was beyond a doubt that Caren was in the most danger, but instead of adding to the chaos by running or trying to fight –both lost causes where she was concerned— she decided to do the only thing she realistically could at the moment.
"Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio, contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium." Caren began praying, placing her hands together and bowing her head as she appealed to the Lord and his Angels in Heaven for protection against the wicked. "Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur: tuque, Princeps militiae caelestis, in virtute Dei."
"Huh? Ah, ahahahahaha! Look here, guys, she's praying." The lecherous robber roared in laughter at the sight, breaking the tension of the situation for a short while, quickly imitated by most of his fellows, who also started laughing, though the serious robber remained quiet. "Little nun is begging her sky-daddy for help. Bwahahahaha!"
"Praying? At a time like this?" One of the Eastern European men scoffed as well, sounding outraged, and though Caren couldn't see him, as she was facing away and had her eyes closed, she could imagine his pudgy face turning red.
"Miss nun, you should run." A female French student cried.
"Yes." The younger Danish son agreed, his voice placing him only just behind the French student. "They broke their encirclement. Women and children first. We'll hold them off."
"Brave words, boy, but we'll easily get past you. We were just going to take your money, and the nun of course, but for your insolence, we'll take the rest of your women as well."
"You scum!"
"Bastards!"
"You pig!"
"In infernum detrude satanam aliosque spiritus malignos." Caren continued unabated with her prayer, unbothered by the robber's words. She had been in danger countless times before, danger far worse than rapist robbers, and the Lord had come through for her every time. She had no doubt He would do so again.
The prayer she spoke was a common and well-known one. It did not directly call for God's help, but rather for the aid of the Archangel Michael, the one who had cast down the Devil and was uniquely talented at defeating dark powers.
Caren's faith was strong. In one form or another, Michael would appear before her before she could be harmed. She was certain of it.
"Qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo."
"Ya know, I'm done with all the fancy Latin words." The lecherous robber stepped closer again, threateningly pointing his knife at Jimmy. "I think I'll strip some skin off this lad, and then I'll ruin little miss nun's pretty face. Ya hear that, little nun? I'll be the last man who ever fucks ya."
"No!" Jimmy cried, spreading his arms wide to protect Caren as much as he could, while his parents charged forward to protect their child, the Danish men attacked their opponents as well, the Eastern Europeans threw their weight in, and the French students surrounded the two robbers assailing them.
The situation had exploded, and the first bloody injuries were only seconds away when…
"Amen."
…Caren finished her prayer, and she lifted her head again.
The entire group, both robbers and tourists, froze for a moment after she finished. Everyone looked around, even little Jimmy, but just when it seemed things would remain silent around them, and just when the lead robber was about to start laughing again…
"Miss Ortensia!"
"Wha- AGH!"
…A red blur shot out of a side alley and felled the lead robber faster than Caren's eyes could follow.
"What's-"
"OI-"
"Agh!"
The red blur swiftly dealt with five of the six remaining robbers, brutally slamming them into the ground, taking barely a second to defeat them. Caren wished she could say more about it, but it happened too fast for her to process.
Six robbers had been taken down with relative mercifulness, but seventh robber, the one who had planned to rape Caren and maim Jimmy, got a sweeping kick against the back of his knees, hard enough to shatter his legs.
"AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIHHH!"
The man fell to the ground, screaming his head off, before the red blur reached down, grabbed the back of his head, and slammed it down on the ground, silencing him for a good long while.
Just like that, it was over, and the red blur turned into a man, whose golden eyes locked with Caren's yellow ones.
It was Shirou!
"Miss Ortensia! I am so glad I made it in time." The boy professed, walking up to her and Jimmy, his relief palpable, no trace left of the brutal warrior who had just crushed a man's legs without mercy. "Miss Bazett was worried about you, and asked for my help in finding you, and Heavens, am I glad she did."
The group of tourists was entirely taken aback by the sudden happening, and Caren had to admit she too needed a second to regain her bearings.
Then she realised the Archangel Michael had come through for her yet again.
In her moment of need, he had listened to her prayer and sent her a valiant protector.
"Thank you, Lord, for sending your brave champion to protect me!" She proclaimed to the Heavens, before she strongly embraced Shirou, pressing her face into his chest, making her next words come out a bit muffled. "Praise be to the Lord and his Servants! Praise Be!"
"Wha? Miss Ortensia, what are you saying?!"
"Wow, God sends people like that if you pray to him?" One of the female French students whispered in awe.
"Seems like it." A male student nodded, the look in his eyes just as awed, before his lips shaped themselves into an unsure grin. "Do you think this brave warrior would accept a hug from me too? I want to… uh, 'thank' him as well."
"No, they already seemed to know each other. It's better if you don't get in trouble for sexual harassment."
"Heh, true."
"Holy Heavens! M-My Lord, my faith in You never wavered." The elder of the two sons mumbled, speaking more to the sky than to the group.
"Did that prayer-thing just really work?" One of the Eastern European men asked his friend, his mouth open in shock.
"It sure got miss nun her desired protector." The other huffed, before grabbing his belly. "Think I could become a Servant of the Lord with a body like this?"
"Ha? Why would you want to serve God?"
"Well, just think about it. If you get pretty nuns like that draped over you every time you beat up a few robbers…"
"What are you people talking about?!" Shirou demanded in an almost shrill voice, his hands hovering over Caren's shoulders, not sure whether to push her away or not.
Not that the white-haired nun was going to let go any time soon. She found she rather liked hugging him, and the fact that he was clearly embarrassed by it was only a plus as far as she was concerned.
The clock struck eleven, and with that strike, the evening in Frankfurt ended, at least for the group of seven Magi.
Standing in front of the hotel, having just sent the others to their rooms, Waver had to conclude that it had all gone a lot better than he had expected.
Svin and Flat had behaved themselves excellently, causing absolutely no trouble at all. He had honestly expected he'd have to reimburse at least one street vendor who'd had his stall smashed by those two rascals, but it seemed they had been perfectly civil the entire time.
He wouldn't have thought the boys could amuse themselves just by walking the streets and doing some window-shopping, but they had pleasantly surprised him.
That Grey had conducted herself perfectly was of course not a surprise at all. She'd loyally followed him the entire time and had not acted out even once.
But where those three had been perfectly well-behaved, Bazett, Ortensia, and Fujimaru had been a lot more difficult.
Granted, it had entirely been Ortensia's fault, while the other two just cleaned up her mess, but that didn't take away from the fact that Bazett had had the police called on her by people who were scared of the intimidating woman prowling the streets, while Fujimaru had caused a massive scene by beating up a bunch of robbers.
That boy always seemed to be beating people up, no matter where he was. Waver was starting to believe it was a hobby of his or something.
Anyway, the matter with Bazett had been fixed easily enough. It wasn't as if she had been doing anything illegal after all. The matter with Fujimaru had been slightly more complicated to resolve, but after a quick interview, the police officers on site had allowed him and Ortensia to leave before any reporters could arrive.
The evening hadn't been entirely free of incidents, but if this was everything, then Waver had nothing to complain about. He'd had far worse trips in his life. This didn't even make it to the top ten.
Waver took another drag of his cigar, which was the reason he was still standing outside while the others had already gone up. The hotel had a strict non-smoking policy, which had forced him to stay out for a moment longer.
But he'd had enough nicotine for today, so he extinguished the cigar, wrapped the burned end in a kerchief, and put it in an inner pocket. Then he dusted off his hands, coughed once to expel any traces of tar from his mouth and throat, and walked inside to head to his room.
On his way there, he took a moment to visit the others. Svin and Flat were settling in as well as could be expected, with their suitcases largely unpacked, only the absolute necessities having been taken out. The girls on the other hand had unpacked their luggage completely, and were in the middle of going to bed.
Back in his own room, Waver decided to follow Svin and Flat's example, and only grabbed his toothbrush from his suitcase, before heading to the bathroom.
"Lord El-Melloi, I have informed the Enforcers of your plan."
Fujimaru's voice made Waver's heart stop in shock, and it was only when he had jerked around to see the boy sitting at the desk that he remembered that he was sharing a room with the redhead.
"Ahem, good." Waver replied quickly, trying to cover up his oversight. "Then we shall awaken tomorrow at eight, so that we'll have some time to prepare. I have informed the others of this as well."
"Understood."
"And Fujimaru?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Please don't go snooping around tonight."
"…Sir?"
"Please don't act like you don't know what I mean." Waver sighed tiredly, rubbing his face. "I might not know what you intend to do, but I do know you are here in Germany for a reason other than dealing with the Meluastea's nest. I shall not ask what it is, but since there will be plenty of time tomorrow after the raid, I'll ask again, please don't go snooping around."
"…Very well, Lord El-Melloi." Fujimaru nodded tersely. "Tomorrow then."
"Thank you." Waver nodded in turn, before heading into the bathroom for real. He'd just brush his teeth and then he'd go to bed.
Gods, he was tired.