This is a re-upload of this chapter, with some corrections in it.
July 5th, 1993
The table was a polished wood and Enrico could see his reflection in it. Words were not being exchanged, as it seemed that Sir Hellsing was running a bit late to the meeting. Enrico leaned back in his chair and watched the others there. The Queen sat at the head of the table, looking quite elegant despite Enrico's best judgment. Father Renaldo sat next to him looking bored himself.
"The Hellsing organization is keeping the Queen waiting. Scum," He rolled his eyes and Enrico smirked in spite of himself. There was some meaningless jabber being shared through the table when the door swung open suddenly.
"Sir Hellsing!" a man stood and looked toward the door.
Ah, the infamous 'Sir Hellsing', thought Enrico. Some old geezer not even worth worrying about. He will die before the meeting is over, he thought as he smirked and stood to meet the new comer as well, politely. Intro Enrico's view came a relatively tall girl with blond hair and creamy brown skin. Enrico sunk back into his seat with a dull thud. Sir Hellsing was…
"Sir Integra Hellsing!" the Queen greeted the young woman and smiled. "How nice of you to join us."
"My apologies, your majesty. My train from France ran late and I still had to report to the manor and check in with my butler." The girl gave a toothy smile as she made her way to her own seat. Enrico looked down. His reflection was still prominent in the polished wood of the table. When he looked up she was staring at him carefully with not a hint of a smirk on her lips. She only watched him with a curious look as another member of the round table began his speech on treaties.
The speeches continued and Enrico's head swam with it all. Integra and the Hellsing organization. He said his parts with anger, with pride and with determination. Integra stood and shot him down in his ideas about trusting supernatural incidents to the Iscariot and them alone. He quieted and took his seat again as Integra argued her way into the good graces of everyone. Enrico knew that this would happen. No one listened to him because he was Iscariot. Especially not a room made up of mostly Protestants. He was a missionary and he was being murdered.
A final treaty was reached, signed and then was sent away to be filed for later purposes and he watched Integra speak to the Queen. He stood in the hallway with his assistant waiting quietly for her to exit the room.
"You may go. I will be to the hotel shortly after you. I wish to speak to Sir Hellsing," Enrico nodded at Father Renaldo next to him who only bowed in return and left Enrico standing in the hallway.
Integra's fine frame came through the door soon after.
"Hello," she smiled at Enrico and seemed to be almost mocking him. "How was the train ride?"
"You know how it was," he scoffed and narrowed his eyes at her. "Why didn't you say you were Hellsing?"
"Why didn't you say you were Iscariot?" she retorted and looked at him carefully over her glasses.
"It didn't seem important. You were only a girl on the train then," Enrico said and scowled at her.
"Only a girl on the train? And in there, what was I? Only a girl in a suit? Only a girl with good ideas?" She smirked at him again. Mocking him. Enrico narrowed his eyes at her again and leaned toward her threatening but nothing escaped his mouth.
"I'm staying in the hotel near here," he told her without knowing why. Integra was slightly taken aback, but only showed it for a moment before she regained composure.
Integra didn't speak for a long time and then: "Which room, priest?"
Enrico found himself mumbling the room he was staying in for the rest of night and the morning before he would be leaving for the Vatican again. Why had he said that? He found no explanation in his own head and when he stared into Integra's eyes he found none there either. Finally, Integra swept by him and out of the hallway where she left Enrico Maxwell to stare at his reflection in polished wood.
