Yes i know, i have called myself the shittiest updater ever. Give me an award right now. Anyway, for your convenience, all monologue in Spanish has been translated for you. You will find it in italics. Review to get my lazy arse up yeah?

Next morning

"Fuck my life right now."

"What? You tired already? It's only been three months."

"Only been three months!"

It was clearly a day Gabriel felt like dissing people, for his own enjoyment. Today's target was his dear sister.

"What? I brought you to my home to work as my maid, at least you could have said 'thank you for not letting me starve' or something among the lines like that."

"To you? Never. I'd rather sell my soul to the devil than to be around a pathetic brat who wants the attention of his mother so badly that he goes off and kidnaps his half-sister."

"Yeah sure, but don't you have a job to do?"

"You know what? Vete al infierno."

Elsewhere

Isabel woke up the following morning at dawn, but felt to lazy to get up. She wanted to stay in the eternal warmth of her bed, to be forever cuddled in the arms of the person sharing her bed.

Wait, what?

She slowly ran her fingers through the hair of the dormant person next to her, and nearly tumbled out of bed when she figured out who it was.

Holy shit, the fuck? Was I drunk? What the fuck happened? Why the fuck is France cuddling with me? What the fuck is going on? was her immediate train of thought at the revelation. The memories of the previous night caught up to her, and she let out a sigh of relief, and slowly crawled up out of the bed, trying to avoid waking up her visitor. Fortunately for her, he still remained dormant.

She crawled out of her room, and tiptoed as best she could down the stairs to keep the rest of her visitors from waking up. Sadly for her, she did not pick up on the other occupant who was awake.

"Hmm, hold on, I thought I just had a fresh chicken in the fridge," she mumbled to herself, rummaging through her fridge, hoping that she did indeed had the chicken she had killed and gutted before her guests had arrived the day prior. At last, she found it in a large bowl with the said chicken, and went back to the treasure hunt for the rest of the ingredients. As she was trying to reach some dried parsley on a shelf, she felt sturdy hands around her waist, attempting to push her upwards to reach the flask. She nearly sent a knife through the person's chest, if it were not for the deep rumble of a voice that alerted her of the person's identity.

"It's me Isabel, Ludwig."

Just the thought of nearly killing her friend has put her through shock. She gave him a gentle shove on his shoulder, just to make sure it was him and not some imposter, though she should have noticed the accent that bled heavily through his Spanish, and let an audible sigh escape her lips.

"You really need to learn not to spook a blind woman like that. I could have killed you."

"But you didn't," he sounded extremely smug with that phrase, but she didn't say anything about it. She suspected that his older brother's antics have finally rubbed off on him.

"I could have, and it would have been bad. Next time, stop being a spy and make some noise. Geez, and I thought I was having a nice quiet morning. By the way, why are you up early? I was expecting you in another hour."

She heard how his feet shifted uncomfortably under his own weight. She feared she had hit a touchy subject, so she quickly apologized for her harshness.

"Look, I'm sorry if I-"

"Don't apologize," he cut her off " I woke up a bit before you arrived down here. Nightmares," he finished off softly.

"Oh."

A moment of silence followed, both of them had their heads tilted to the floor, lost into their own thoughts.

And then Gilbert came into the scene.

"Was I interrupting something here?"

Isabel's head shot straight up to "look" at Gilbert.

"If interrupting you mean by keeping me away from my cooking, then yes you have, sir."

Gilbert let himself chuckle, "You know what I meant. So how's Francis?"

"Much better. I checked him up this morning and his fever was gone. He is most likely sleeping right now. Checked global news this morning and found that there has been a terrorist attack-"

She was cut off by a sudden cough attack. It shook her down to the core, leaving her legs to feel weak. She fell into a heap, quickly alerting the bystanders into action. Gilbert rushed to her side, propped her up, and gave her small pats on her back, hoping that the coughs would go away. Ludwig knelt beside her, glass of water in his hand.

"Get...away...now."

By then it was too late.

Francis stared in horror as he reached the kitchen. It all seemed to go in slow motion. He saw how with the next heave, small specks of blood flew of of her mouth, the looks of his friend and brother in shock and panic. Francis doesn't remember how he rushed to her side so quickly, he knew it just happened.

The coughing went way as soon as it came, leaving little trace that it had happened.

"What the hell happened? Isabel, explain," Francis demanded.

"Well, it was the magic. It always backfires one way or another, most of the time I get to choose how it will backfire, but like right now, it can come up like this episode. We have to get ready to search today."

"And where would you like to search?" Ludwig asked, while helping her off the floor.

"I have a friend who saw everything happen, and she has been worried sick about them. She's one of my children's godmother, so just ask her, and move out to see if we can find any kind of evidence around her house. I'll call up on Alfred later and see if he's found anything suspicious. How about it?"

"We can ask Roderich if he wouldn't mind running some DNA tests once we find any kind of evidence," Gilbert piped up.

"That'll work as well. Alright, let me finish breakfast, and I'll call you down once I'm done."

Later

"Hello? You in here?"

"Hey Isabel! How are you?"

After introducing themselves to her friend, they took a set into Rosa's living room

"There are two dead because of it. I don't know what happened, but I do happen to have the video recording on the camera you had installed months ago. Something might pop up there."

She was about to answer when her phone went off.

"I'll be back," Isabel replied as she walked out of the door, cellphone by her ear. It was a while before she came back, while a grin from ear to ear.

"We have a job to do!"