Marionette: I'm bringing this back! I have been inspired! The blood is running like wildfire!

Bat: It seems you have also changed your choice of name, Madam.

Marionette: That's gonna keep happening. . . And again. Anyways, I've decided to bring this back from the grave. Yes, this story is unoriginal and probably not the best of my previous works. However, I've grown to loving this one because why not! Reasons aren't exactly my thing, but I will confess I got dragged back into this fandom called Hellsing. Ah, the feelings I have. I appreciate the attention it has received. Even during my absence. Although, I'm certain my other stories have quite attention grabbers as well. Again, thank you. It might not be great like my other stories, but I wish to finish this one from the beginning to the end. Even if I'm in the middle. [ Insert sweatdrop here. ]

Bat: Madam apologizes for such a sudden of one of her stories. However, she will work on many stories. Thus, she will have quite a bit list and schedule. This-including classes-shall make things quite a hinder and strenuous task as she has limited resources for documenting stories except pencil or pen on paper.

Marionette: All works here are not mine and neither are the characters whether they are from the animated series, ova, or manga. I only own claim to my oc in this case, Elizabeth. In addition to other things. Just not the characters of Hellsing.

Liz: I wish you just dropped this story instead.

Marionette: To add, there are to gruesome writing details and offensive violence other troubles that may come up. Reader's discretion is advised. I mean this to warn you in case problems arise. In addition, I am warning you of some things you may read that might be triggering. Enjoy the chapter!


As the eerie noise grew, Liz's instinctive paranoia nipped at her brain. Her hands shake while her heart pounded as adrenaline kicked in to say either fight or flight. If she stayed, Liz would have to make use of moderate fighting skills even though she had never actually been in a fight, so it possible by fifty percent and below of her chance of survival. It was all an in fight with no turning back. However, if Liz made a break for it, she would get even more lost in the forest and end up either safe or even more trouble than before. Either decision wasn't good. Her luck was never best friend from her childhood to the present.

As the noise had grown into more groans and grunts, Liz's mind, completely in sheer terror, took a deep breath to call her nerves of a near-around-the-corner-tree-encounter.

'Okay, Elizabeth,' she said in her head, 'no time!'

Quietly glancing around for a tool, Liz took notice of a thick branch by the roots of a tree next to her. Leaning down to pick it up, Liz sighed, "Well, it's something, but better than nothing." She gave it a light swing to test it. The wood was thick, so a good hard swing should do something one way or another.

Liz overheard the sound of a broken thin branch. Glancing at the corner of her eye, Liz's eye widen at the being.

"I-is th-at a," Liz said speechless.

The figure had on a police attire, but it seem to have been torn and ripped by some wild animal. The skin was far from normal. A mix of color of green or black. One was missing from its socket while the other seem uncoordinated. Half of the brain was visible while its internal organs were dangling like a roll of yarn. Its teeth looked full of decay. This creature was in front of Liz with both its arms reached out in its attempt to grab and possibly devour the African American female with a thick branch.

"GHOUL," Liz yelled moving away from the ghoul's reach then swinging her branch at its head while closing her eyes.

The sound of a head meeting a tree branch echoed in Liz's mind. Liz's curiosity peeked at the ghoul who temporarily seemed motionless. In this kind of situation, a person would make a quick getaway instead of staying to make sure it's dead. Well, Liz had to make the ghoul is dead. Besides, some ghouls in Hellsing continue to move even with a missing head. If she didn't make sure, she'd be chased without knowing. Keep a fairly well distance, Liz began to poke at the ghoul. It was her first encounter seeing a ghoul up close and personal, and sadly it wasn't as bad as it seemed she had imagined. Then again, if it were a mob of ghouls, Liz's existence would have simply ended there. To her relief, no movement was made which made Liz purposely drop her guard turning her back to the ghoul.

"Okay, so it means I either close to the damn priest's church lair or someplace else." Liz said sighing. "Nevertheless, I have-."

Liz was silence once she felt some kind of grip on her ankle. Her tingling skin could feel the soft mushy skin of her captor and bones from the tip of its fingers. The finger bone disgusted her as they her ankle as if wanting to rip her.

"D-d-don't te-ll me," Liz flinched closing her eyes to turn around then peeking open with one eye.

Liz reopened both of her eyes frozen in terror. It had seemed the ghoul didn't die. Although, any other would know how to kill a ghoul, Liz wasn't well equipped for killing one unless a broken branch counted as to be at least something. However, again, this was Liz's first encounter of seeing a ghoul and all she was betting on was reflexes and instincts. Stubbornness was probably the main influence. Who knows?

"Ah," Liz yelled almost screamed as the ghoul's grip never loosens and leaning his jaws in on Liz's flesh.

"Ugn," its voice groaned as its watery mouth leaned in more.

Liz's struggles caused her to fall onto the dirt and muddy ground. Her body could only shiver as her skin feel under the ghoul's breath and saliva. She panicked. In her own quick reflexes, she grabs a hold of a broken thick branch.

"Go away," Liz growled swinging the branch to the side of the ghoul's right cheek. "Go away! I say don't stay! Go away, go away! I said don't stay!"

The swing continued until it had seemed to work, but the ghoul only lost its arm. Liz furiously began to hit the arm with the hands grip still on her ankle not caring she was probably giving herself splinters.

"Get the fuck off, you son of a," Liz swore until she flinch at her pained ankle. "Serves it right!"

Her eye was on the ghoul who was motionless again. Not taking chances, Liz rushed off returning with a fairly heavy boulder. Placing it steadily over the ghouls head, Liz threw down. The sound of rock meeting the skull worked, but she didn't trust leaving it at that. No, Liz jumped on the rock adding her own weight that smashed the ghoul's head wide open.

"That should do it," Liz said rubbing her temples. "Now, I'm getting out of here-OW!"

Liz hissed from the pain her broken ankle. It had seemed she was weakening at the moment. Although as much as stopping to rest was wise, Liz's life was not in the safe zone yet. Liz had to keep moving. Beginning to move, Liz began to walk before limping lightly on her injured ankle.

As Liz turned the corner, she groaned, "This is such a pain in my," she was cut off falling back on her behind causing her to rub her read end, "butt."

Liz peeked her eye open to come in contact with a blond woman with blue eyes in a police uniform who stared at you with widen eyes filling with shock and fright. The emotions building up in the blonde, who Liz identified as Seras Victoria, cause her to scare Liz.

"Um," Liz spoke breaking the silence before the groans and grunts stopped her and blonde's silent talk.

Assuming it was more ghouls, Liz's eye widen in the shock and fear causing her finger to shiver. However, the feeling of a glove over her hand somewhat held her in check. Looking up, Liz eyed Seras in her uniform. It was a simple police uniform different than the yellow outfit she wore when working for Hellsing. This must have meant Liz was in episode one of the OVA.

"Um," Liz spoke up again, but only interrupted with a ghoul vocal noises.

Liz and Seras continued to run until her painful ankle had caused her to fall. Letting go of Seras hand, Liz howled in pain lightly rubbing the swollen wound. Seras stopped in her tracks to come back to Liz's aid taking notice of her swollen ankle. As the ghoul sounds seem to grow. Liz and Seras looked behind them in panic.

With no time, Seras knelt on one knee with her back to Liz, "Here, get on!"

Liz blinked her eyes as she stared at the back side of the police girl, Seras Victoria. Slightly getting up, Liz fingers gripped at a tree branch pulling her up. Liz shifted to the police woman's back letting her arms dangle on each shoulder of Seras while moving closer to Seras as she scooped up Liz while putting away her gun. Liz wasn't as heavy as the girl had thought. Rather, Liz was light in Seras' arms, but she still felt worried for the police woman. Liz didn't want to slow down the police girl like a ton of bricks. If it had been Liz in a panic, she would have just ran or done something stupid. Opening her mouth to speak, Liz closed it seeing the expression on the police girl's face. It was mixture of panic and worry, but a strong need to survive. The feeling of survival of living to see the next day was the only this Liz seems to see, but a conflict whether or not she would die tonight. Well, Seras wasn't the only thinking of these things. Liz too wondered what would become of her fate. It would be plain stupid to die in the first OVA.

The police girl, Seras Victoria, continued her frantic running and panting while carrying the African-American girl, Elizabeth Midnight. It had seemed from Liz, point of view, Seras was losing breath fast. Liz wanted to move, but even the slightest movement would disrupt Seras. However, it didn't take much as Seras tripped over letting go of the Liz, who tumbled over on the grassy plane. Liz groaned as she leaned up on her hands and knees before stepping her not injured ankle before stepping on the other one. As hiss escaped her lips as she staggered a bit.

"There's no use running." a voice spoke from behind. "Ahahaha!"

Looking around, Liz caught sight of the vampire in priest attire. She was already safe to assume—without a doubt—this was the first OVA. A good starting point; bad situation. It may be a beginning change in Seras life, but Liz wasn't sure how she'd live to even get past this OVA. Taking upon the protective stance, Seras stood in front of the kneeling girl and fired an about eight rounds. However, it was for nothing. Within seconds, the vampire, or fake vampire, appeared in front of the two.

"Gun's won't help you either." he mocked as he grabbed her free arm and assaulted her with his hand to her breast leaving her uncomfortable on the spot.

"Hey," Liz yelled to hide her own discomfort, but was ignored with the sound of two ghouls coming in the girls' visions.

"Eddy? Simon," Seras questioned at a loss of her fellow comrades.

"That's right." the vampire chuckled. "Your little boyfriends belong to me now. And soon you two will belong to me too."

Liz's face grew in hate. No one belong to anyone; this included her. There was way in hell she'd be someone's toy or pet. The idea was demeaning and condescending. The vampire had some arrogance to believe he was all powerful. In retaliation, Seras fired another round directly in the vampire's forehead. Liz felt a twinge of joy, but realized that there was nothing to feel happy about.

"I look for loyalty in my servants. I wouldn't want vampires with free will running around." he insisted as he twisted Seras arm above and behind as he held her against her will.

In the sudden change of situation, the gun flew away. Liz's eyes captured it. By instinct, she rushed to grab it. Who cares if it was useless, she could at least do something instead of sit there like an idiot! Liz was about to move until a pair of arms held her back. Looking up, she found it was a pair of ghouls. This was terrible; she didn't need it to make it worse! She began to struggle furiously.

"Pity I can't a find virgins as lovely as you two." the vampire mourned.

"Ugh," Liz growled in rebellion, "let us go!"

"Mm," the vampire answered eyeing in Liz's direction and gripping Seras face to have a closer look at her, "no, but to avoid having free vampires rolling around. I'll play with you two then add you both to my undead legion of ghouls."

The vampire, Liz's guessed fake, said these things as he continued to molest Seras from her chest to the in between her thighs. It was disgusting! Having sick twisted, fake vampire molesting a person was almost to the point of vomiting, Liz wish she had grabbed the gun that lay of the ground. However, with ghouls of over a dozen around, including the police officers, Liz was at a disadvantage. Also, leaving Seras alone was beyond impossible. It is heartless of the African-American girl to leave the blonde on her own even if Liz knew what was going to happen next. Eyeing her hateful stares, the vampire grinned waving his hand opening his palm to Liz.

"Don't be jealous, my dear," he said almost trying to make his voice merciful, "you will be next very soon."

"Who in the world would be jealous?" Liz barked. "Don't count on it," Liz hissed sticking her tongue out at the vampire, "you faker! If you to think your plan to harass either of us, you better think again! Cowards like you are disgusting and low! I doubt you can even defend yourself! Instead you just use your ghoul hoard to everything for you!" Liz scoffed, "Even putting on a discouraging clothing of a priest makes you a coward! You have no pride; vampire nor human!"

"It seems you have a good smart mouth, my dear." the vampire said in a tone of annoyance before snapping his fingers. "I know what will keep you quiet."

Liz and Seras blinked in confusion until five ghouls approached Liz grunted with eerie noise as their creepy hands gripped at the fabric of her clothing. The African-American female was quick in her struggling, but it wasn't enough as a gun collided with her left cheek. Its effect silenced her in a second. Liz's body surprised her from the shock and impact. It stung and hurt like hard metal or steel. Nevertheless, Liz could not hide the embarrassment of such a rude hit.

"Good," the vampire said, "now that you're quiet."

Liz began to peek up as Seras being harassed from the groping on her chest to in between her thighs again! The scene was disgusting even more having to bare witness with no freedom to do a single thing. However, the ghouls blocked her from throwing a punch at the fake vampire. All Liz could do was glare from her view. It wasn't surprising no one notice.

"Hm," the fake vampire looked at Liz before chuckling, "jealousy is most cute on you, but fear would suite you better."

Liz said nothing, but continue to glare, but more intense. The African-American girl wasn't sure as of why she was doing it. Possibly there was a growing emotion inside of her? Liz wasn't sure what it was. She just felt this strong need to repeatedly punch the vampire in the face until she couldn't feel her hands. However, the vampire wasn't blind, but almost either paranoid or annoyed from Liz's stare.

"I guess you don't learn very quickly." the vampire said as he snapped his fingers once again.

The snap was quick, but it was enough to snap Liz out of her glaring. However, a growing sense of fear as Liz was once again crowded by ghouls. Liz reaction wasn't surprising as she quickly struggled to get free, but Liz knew it would not work. Sadly, Liz despised another smack.

"No," Liz yelled as she began to kicking with her uninjured leg only to flinch in the pain of putting pressure onto her injured one.

Suddenly, the adrenaline need of survival was cut off quickly as blood was splattered on her. Liz eyes widen in horror as she was struggling to contemplate what had just happened. Looking down, there were only ash remains of one of the ghouls.

It had seem even the scene surprised Seras and the vampire. The vampire's action stopped all together.

"Wait," Liz whispered to herself, "is it?"

It took Liz a second to pause and recollect herself. This was an OVA! Of course, she forgot about the very scene that captured her attention. It was scene where her favorite character of the Hellsing series made his appearance known.

"Done yet," a deep voice spoke from the shadows.

Liz was sure whether smiling out of joy was even an appropriate response. She disregarded doing so as the priest turned a cheek to see a figure walking out of the shadows. She felt more like grinning at the priest misfortune.

The rest of the ghouls followed the stare as a glow pair of red eyes with slanted pupils. However, orange shade or specs stood among the attire of a red hat and a trench coat. Liz was fully aware of who the figure was. He had a tall stature. The white gloves glow an insignia of a circle. Liz had not studied that deep. The strides were mellow as if he had been on long stroll through the woods. Yet, the figure only stopped in his tracks. With the wind only complimenting him, the trench coat only blew in the wind. A strange aura Liz guessed to be his intense atmosphere he displayed.

Sadly, the priest ruined it.

"Who the hell are you?" the vampire demanded.

"Your death," the figure replied.

"'My death'?" the vampire grinned, "Oh, really? My god! This is pathetic!" Following a creepy laugh, the vampire extended his arm and lifted his wrist with a twinge of his fingers, "Kill him."

It only took a snap of his finger to fill the void of silence. Before long, a barrage of bullets fired from their cartilages and shattered the silence. The bullets rip into the figure like butter. Heck, he was being slaughtered to the point that the multiple barrage of bullets sliced up his face. Bullets broke and knocked off his glasses. His face was scared and half of his skins to muscle were blasted off. His left arm was sliced off in a bloody mess.

Yet, Liz noticed something that was over looked by the bullets: his eyes.

He didn't look the least bit surprised by the attack. No, he was used to it. Or was it because he looked bored? Liz wasn't sure. He was an unpredictable-and predictable-abnormal being.

Despite her response, she glared the vampire. Did he truly need to do the whole overkill thing? She knew this was bloody, but perhaps animated blood was a false visual to the real deal. The vampire disregarded her and stood pleased with his work. Seras-the poor girl-didn't seem to be traumatized, but completely shocked. With the distraction she needed, Liz took this chance. She scooted over the Seras as to not cause attention to herself.

Tugging at the blonde's sleeve, Liz catches the girl's attention, "Are you alright?"

When Seras nodded, Liz sighed with relief. However, they weren't out of the clear just yet.

"The gun," Liz asked.

"It's empty now." Seras responded with her eyes shift to the gun away from them.

Liz face grew sour. That must have been the last round then.

"Is that the best you've got!" the vampire question with a grin on his face that displayed his sharp teeth.

Basking in his glory, the vampire threw back his head in laughter. Was this really a time to be laughing? Liz was certain it wasn't since she had read and scene this clip before. Pretend you win and then come back with a surprise. It wasn't very original. Then again, it was him.

The man had a strange aura to him. An aura Liz could immediately recognize. The atmosphere felt damp and heavy. The air filled with smokes of the bullet casings.

"He's not dead." Liz whispered.

Seras' face filled with fear and confusion. Her blue eyes started at my determined expression. She couldn't speak as the scene before her was more than what her normal police job was registered for. Perhaps she thought the woman was crazy or losing her mentality. Liz was aware of this. More than likely, Liz knew she sounded crazy, but she was certain. Her skin shivered in goose bumps. Was it the temperature? It was dark at night so cold temperatures were normal.

Soon the night filled with a deep laugh. Liz knew the source: his laugh.

Possibly the one out of many list of noticeable features or characteristics from him. His signature laugh. There could different types if one wanted to not make all his laughs seem the same. Well, both versions of his voice pulled of splendid—if not terrifying—laughter. Not a surprise that the English voice made it equal disturbing as interesting as its Japanese counterpart. Depending on whoever knows it would either join in, grow uncomfortable, or just confused. Sometimes, one would just watch.

However, this was the vampire who—true or not—gave way to a more realistic, if not gruesome, view on vampires. He represented a now know simply pop culture icon through many genres from different regions of the world. Then again, not really. Liz thought for a second and considered it an over exaggeration. He was what people labeled "evil" or "monster". Yet, humans were no different to label themselves "good" or "hero". Liz began to reflect what Integra described of humans:

"You see, human's make horrible vampire killers. Their frail. Their moral. Their corruptible. Body, mind, and soul. The effective weapon against a vampire is a more powerful vampire. The Hellsing family has such a feature in its minatory. And let me assure you gentlemen: Our vampire has power beyond imagination."

This was Alucard, a vampire forged from the countless experiments and technology of the Hellsing Organization. Or so her previous knowledge of information had her think. Liz wasn't sure how she felt to react. In normal cases, she'd be jumping for joy, but knew she'd get in trouble for such a reckless behavior. Of course, it was reasonable. A person finally sees something they have always wanted to see and instinctively want to get closer. However, logical reason took the thought in to question. For example, a person has to think before acting unless you want to rely on instincts and gut to heart feelings. There would a fifty-fifty chance you'd either die, live, or loose a limb.

During Liz's self-thinking, she was brought back to reality of the gruesome calamity she was about to fall into.

As a silver gun came into view, Liz's eyes widen. A silver gun was the only feature Liz could describe. However, she recognized it as one of Alucard's guns: The Casull.

"Get down," she yelled as she pulled Seras down to the grassy land.

Seras could only comply.

Thus, the chaos exploded. With a simple raise to the moon, The Casull came down upon Alucard's right arm. The gun resting on his right forearm along his elbow. With only using his eyes to see, Alucard fired the first round to a nearby ghoul. Each time he fired, a shell casing fell out of his gun to reload another one in its place. The process repeats. At this point, the gun firing felt like a horrid description of gun blast in the old West.

"No," the priest rejected. "How can he be killing them?" It only took him over a second to notice after the first batch of ghouls was blasted. "It's those bullets."

As the air began to clear of the ghoulish sounds, Seras and Liz leaned up to look at the mess. They captured a few front seats of a couple more ghouls getting killed.

"The silver cross of Lancaster Cathedral was melted down to make these 13mm explosive shells." Alucard explained while he reloaded. His head leaned up with a devilish grin. "Nothing I shoot ever gets back up again."

Nothing but smoke.

Seras and Liz could only watch in awe and worry. As they shifted a bit, the two took careful caution if their movements. However, the vampire didn't let them off the hook just yet. Instead, he went another route—an escape route.

"But why," the priest questioned in fear. "Tell me! Why fight to save these pathetic humans?"

In the flick of his wrist, the vampire ran behind the two girls. Pushing them in front of one another, he decided to make a thick fort out of them. Meanwhile, his arms stretched under their chins and hands equally near the two girls' necks. It was his warning that he could kill us immediately if he wanted.

"Don't take another step." "These girls are the last survivors. Don't you want to save them?"

Liz—no longer confident—and Seras booth only stood still in fear. Was it an end already from them? Well, Liz knew Seras would be fine. She was just worried how she would fair.

"Don't you want to save them? Be reasonable." the vampire pleaded as he began to bargain with the one with a gun. "I'm not asking for much; just a bit of help. You can look the other way."

"Are you two virgins, my dears?" Alucard asked with a toothy grin.

"Huh?" was the only response from the two girls.

Well, this was an uncomfortable question. Not to mention, that question was a straight, up front, and direct. Liz was not happy with this question. Her face was already a far worse shade of embarrassment than Seras. Taking in account of ages, Liz was only a year younger than Seras. Liz was started to wonder if preferring fictional characters of real people was considered her saving grace.

'Wait,' Liz paused in her rushing thoughts of self-conflict and embarrassment to take note of the reason for the question. 'Is he planning to shoot through us? Can a bullet like that pierce through two people?'

"What are you doing?" the vampire argued his face filled with confusion as well.

"I'm asking if you're a virgin." Alucard repeated his patience draining.

"I. . ." Seras croaked.

"Y-," Liz hesitated as she bit her lip. 'He's serious! He is literally asking us permission to shoot!'

"You bastard!" the vampire yelled in realization.

"Answer me!" Alucard demanded as he raised his gun.

At this point, Liz decided to confront the unavoidable.

"Y-Yes, I am!" the two answered at the same time.

That was all he needed to pull the trigger.

It hurt. The pain was excruciating. From the beginning, the bullet felt like a—well, a bullet! No, it felt like an oversized needled pierced you through like paper. The body felt heavy and stuck. The adrenaline to move fell numb. Liz body felt like lead. She couldn't move as there was a gape, bloody whole in her right lung. Breathing was put on halt, any gasp was stopped with intensive pressure on her wound that leaked even more blood. As she toppled over, blood spewed from her mouth. She was lucky to fall on her back. Sadly, the landing knocked out more of remaining air she had left.

'This is messed up!' Liz thought to herself as her eyes glanced at Seras next to her. 'I hate this. First OVA in and I'm about to die.'

Her eyes looked up at the sky. Was this really the end? She denied it. This isn't supposed to be how it ends for her! She came here for one purpose: find, retrieve, and take home her sister! There was no way in hell she was going to give up just from this one thing! Liz agreed in her current state as the OVA showed, she was to be dead from blood loose of an open gap wound. Nevertheless, she refused to acknowledge defeat!

'I refuse!' she yelled in her head even though thinking hurt a bit.

It was then Alucard came into her sight of vision. Him. He was the cause for this, but she knew this was going to happen. Thus, she couldn't bark or bite at him! She couldn't do it anyways.

Instead of thinking any further, her eyes locked with the moon. It was beautiful. Even as a child to an adult, she welcomed the moon more than the sun. Why? It felt more welcomed. She felt safer. The moon was indeed her comfort.

It was then that Alucard spoke.

"I had to shoot you two in order to pierce his heart. I'm sorry, but you're both dying. And there is no time left. The choices are yours."

Liz wasn't sure whether to scoff or perform some stupid grin. She wanted to say he isn't sorry. Yet, the girl felt deep down inside he may seem sorry. It was difficult to tell. She didn't care. He was giving her and Seras a choice. A choice Liz knew there was no turning back to. No longer would she be alive. She would be dead. Forever to walk the night path of darkness. No longer would she feed as an ordinary. The currency of life for a human was food and nutrition.

It was then her choice was made. She raised her right hand up to the moon. She couldn't speak, but she made a promise. She'd retrieve her sister! Liz was determined about that. If that meant she'd give up her humanity for her sister's safe return home, she was certain to oblige. Liz's sister would chew her out for it. Her mother—a Christian woman at heart—would never look at her daughter the same way again. Yet, Liz was fine with it. She'd accepted this fate. It was for her sister. And for that, she needed it. She needed the power and strength.

Liz's right hand struggled to stay lifted, but it soon gave out. Her vision growing blurry. Luckily, her hand was caught. She could tell who it was. She didn't need to.

And for a second, she felt sense of relief. Her wish had been granted.

"Police Girl, School Girl," Alucard spoke with a grin on his face as if it never left, "tonight is truly. . ." There was a small pause as a sudden flicker in his orange framed glassed flashed at Liz and Seras, "A beautiful night."

Soon enough, Liz entered the realm of damnation with no point of return.


Marionette: This chapter was biting at my ankles metaphorically. Since Seras is a police officer in the first OVA, it is easy to assume in most cases-police-wise-a civilian's safety is very important. With Seras mature nature, it is no surprise she is willing to help others and protect them. In this chapter, I had to put that in perspective at a point. However, this was a third person limited. Meaning, what you were reading was from Liz's perspective. Next, I slightly merged the OVA with the manga dialogue if you are detail vision to notice. It's only small. This may happen in some later chapters as well. I enjoy the humor aspects of the manga and the OVA.

Bat: Thank you for taking a spare time out of your schedule to read Chapter 4! A reviews, suggestion, tips, and advises are welcomed, but not expected.