AN: Since I find this part of the story often require me to change some details of the already written chapters, I am currently writing a little ahead of the schedule, so I can keep the update rate.


Indeed, Genos had not find anything of use in the College of Winterhold. The information from the books were either too vague, too dangerous or involving another Daedric Prince. And they already had the words of a certain Daedric Prince, the one Saitama had dubbed as BBB, since he had forgotten his name.

The next morning, before setting out again, Saitama and Genos decided to visit the small tavern in Winterhold for some supplies – bread and such.

They had been to this inn, the Frozen Hearth, in their last journey. It was just a regular inn, like the ones around Skyrim, with its keeper at the counter, a bard playing lute, and some patrons hanging around. Nothing special, except for two of the patrons, although the two had no relation with each other.

One patron was recognized by Saitama, for the man seemed to be stalking around whenever Saitama entered a tavern. The man once had told Saitama his name – Sam… something. The guy kept on inviting Saitama to a drinking contest and kept on getting ignored. Well… actually not always ignored, for Saitama had tried a couple of times telling the man to get lost, yet without avail. Saitama would admit the man was authentically persistent – annoying but persistent.

Today was no difference, and Saitama yet again ignore the drunkard.

The other patron recognized Saitama and Genos from their last encounter.

The mer was named Nelacar – the Altmer sorcerer that had asked them to retrieve the Azura's Star, which broke completely not long after that.

It took a full minute for Saitama to recall the elf after Nelacar greeted them.

Then the mer handed the two a small satchel, saying, "The fragments of Azura's Star are inside. I think you should have it."

Saitama checked the content of the bag, finding it was more like dust rather than fragments. "No. I am not helping you throw out your garbage."

"Garbage?" Nelacar chuckled. "Maybe it is quite useless in this state, but it is still the remnant of a Daedric Artifact. I thought that maybe you would want to keep it as a memento. Fond of Daedra or not, it is rare to come across a relic of Daedric Prince."

Why would someone want a useless pile of dust? Saitama stared at Nelacar, checking whether the mer was serious.

Genos, however, with a glance on the previous drunken man, took the satchel.

"Thank you for your help last time." Nelacar nodded at the two. "Now I feel I am finally at peace with my past. I am thinking it's time for me to move on. Perhaps I will go visit the Mages Guild in Cyrodiil…"

Thinking aloud, the mer ambled back to his rented room.

Saitama and Genos, on the contrary, walked towards the counter and got their supplies.

Before leaving the inn, just when Saitama about to ask Genos about the bag of dust, Genos marched to the drunken patron. Afterwards, the spellsword opened the satchel, and poured its content entirely into the drunkard's wine. "Stop following us around."

So Genos also considered the man annoying. Saitama approved that. "Oh. Good job, Genos."

And the two walked out of the tavern without looking back.

If they did, they would see the drunkard was not angry but amused.

Sam, or Sanguine – the Daedric Prince of debauchery, cracked a smile, swirled his wine, and took a sip, savoring the taste of the once artifact.

Such a flavor was something truly rare.


Delphine arrived at the Frozen Hearth in Winterhold at late evening.

The truth was she was worn out in her quest of finding the Dragonborn.

Nevertheless, she was close, as she sensed, closer than ever.

According to her judgement, Delphine was only several steps behind the man these days.

The words of the innkeeper confirmed this.

A man fit the description of the Dragonborn just left this morning.

Delphine tried her best not to bring too much hope up, as she had been disappointed too many times in this endless chase.

Instead of instantly pursuing the man in the coming darkness, Delphine chose to stay at the inn and rest.

There was no promise she could easily find the man on the crisscrossing paths, and it was likely to miss important clues in the shadowy night.

Hence, Delphine took a room and relaxed, refreshing herself as much as she could.

Even if she could not catch with the Dragonborn the next day, she would remain optimistic. For she already had substantial knowledge of the man.

And it was only a matter of time before she find him.

Delphine was more confident than ever.

There was another rumor the group wanted to check out on the way to Solitude.

According to the innkeeper in Winterhold, a man named Falion studied vampires and was currently dwelled in Morthal – a town they would pass by. Perhaps the man would know something about a cure.

After asking around the village, they found the man in his own house easy enough. This time the whole group of vampires followed Saitama and Genos into the wooden building. While the house of Falion was not exactly small by the standard of civilian dwellings, the place became extremely crowded with this group of ten.

Falion, for some reason, stayed quiet and gazed at the visitors attentively, as if inspecting them.

Probably because the large group of vampires… Presumably, a man who studied vampires would recognize a vampire when seeing one, or in this case, ten.

Not wanting waste more time, Saitama broke the silence, cutting to the chase. "You are Falion right? Do you know how to cure vampirism?"

"I am Falion." The man replied, still sizing up the band with critical eyes. Then Falion paused again, furrowing his brows, likely considering something.

The man finally continued when Saitama was about to prompt him. Falion said decisively, "No, I don't know anything about that."

Almost a little too decisive for a scholar.

Saitama did not care much about it. None of his business.

"Oh. Sorry to bother then. We'll be leaving." Saitama said, before addressing the group. "Let's go."

And the gang walked out of the door in a single file.

They embarked on their journey towards Solitude again, each with one's own thought.

The vampires were worrisome since there was only one visible option left for the cure, and it again involved a Daedric Lord.

Saitama concluded rumors were usually a load of bull.

Genos, however, felt he had been particularly scrutinized by the man named Falion, and thought something was not right with the man. But where? He could not put.


Solitude City, the Haafingar hold

Solitude, the capital of Skyrim, towered with a stature befitting its prestige. Established on top an enormous natural bridge overlooking Karth River, the settlement was not only the center of authority in Skyrim, but the largest and wealthiest city as well. Although its most important parts were built with stone, Solitude lack of the oppressing feeling both Windhelm and Markarth possessed, perhaps for the less dense structural layout, or the more delightful climate.

Castle Dour and Blue Palace, two of the most important buildings of political affairs in the city and throughout the province, stood far apart in Solitude – one in northwest and one in southeast. In between the two, wooden civilian houses aligned, the plaza and stone-paved road clean and broad.

The city was indeed a remarkable sight to behold.

It was natural that in such grandeur, the entrance of two travelers was ignored by the rest of the settlement.

It was not quite natural that these two travelers also ignored the rest of the settlement.

These two travelers were obviously Saitama and Genos.

By convention, the eight vampires did not follow them into large settlements when they could help it, in order to prevent further complications. It was especially true when it came to a city like Solitude – its impressive fort-like walls would certainly make fleeing a less viable option if accident should happen. And the group had found an abandoned stone ruins relatively close to the city, where the vampires settled down temporarily. Allegedly, the rubbles were once the Embassy of Thalmor. Saitama figured time would change many things, and this was just yet another example. Since it provided them a much-needed shelter, it was pointless to get sentimental over such things.

Once the camp was set up properly, Saitama and Genos departed for the Solitude City, where their destination lied.

Brushing past a wandering crazy Bosmer and arriving in front of the Blue Palace, the pair came to a stop, observing the stone building. At least Genos was observing. Saitama pulled out a crumpled paper ball from his pocket and tried his best to smooth it out. It did not work very well, as the piece if paper was still covered with creases, but it was now flat enough that its content was recognizable. It was the map that Hermaeus Mora had given Saitama.

Saitama checked the drawing on the paper for a while before speaking. "I think this is the building marked on the map."

"This is the Blue Palace," Genos said, "the place where the Jarl of Solitude lived."

"It does not look particularly blue to me… Just the rooftops." Saitama remarked, unimpressed by the name. "Even those were not very blue either."

"It is only a name." Genos explained in a serious tone. "Redguards are not red either."

"…" Saitama found that hardly refutable, and turned his focus back to the text on the map. "Anyway, let's get in first."

The two entered the Blue Palace without any hindrance, as the single guard outside of the door did not even attempt to question them.

Saitama had wondered why a big black blob would know someone in the Blue Palace. Now judging from the lack of security in the place, Saitama figured anyone could get in here. So the man BBB knew might as well be a freeloader or something.

Once in the Palace, they could instantly see a guard right in front of them past the vestibule and standing back against some greenery. To the left and right of the guard, two separated flight of stairs curved up to the second floor, where the Jarl's Court situated.

Passing the vestibule, the pair could faintly hear voices coming from the Court, likely discussing about some governmental affairs. However, the two paid no mind on such minor event, heading towards a door on their left in the first floor.

The map indicated this door would lead to the section where their target resided – a section named Pelagius Wing, whatever that meant.

Saitama gave the knob a tug and noted the door to the Wing was indeed locked, like BBB had said. The key from BBB also fitted perfectly. With a click, the lock was opened, and then the door in succession.

No one in the Palace seem to care much about the action of the two strangers, while only few occasionally casted curious glances towards them.

Saitama and Genos stepped inside the Wing without any interference or hesitation.

The so-called Pelagius Wing looked abandoned, covered by spider webs and with furniture stacking up here and there. The duo walked around in the eerie silence filling the atmosphere, but were not even slightly bothered.

Then they stopped as Saitama checked the map again for further instructions.

"Let's see…" Saitama said, "Here the BBB wrote I should now put on the amulet it gave me and go with the flow. What does that even mean… Wait. Where did I place the amulet? I did bring it with me, didn't I…"

Genos watched in silence as his teacher searched around in his own pockets.

"Oh. Here it is!" Saitama finally found the piece of jewelry, and was about to don it.

"Hold on, sensei." Genos interjected. "The whole thing still makes no sense. What if it is a trap?"

Saitama stared at his disciple, expressionless. "Trap? What for? You worry too much."

"Oh. I understand what you mean, sensei." Genos was nodding, serious as always. "Sensei is too strong and cannot be harmed by any kind of traps."

That was not Saitama had in mind, but whatever.

With a barely noticeable shrug, Saitama donned the amulet. Then he felt it, something hard to describe, like a slight pull tugging at him, a gentle hand guiding his way, or perhaps a mild current swirling around his being.

That was the flow.

So Saitama did as the text said, he eased his firm stance and went with it.

In the blink of an eye, the flow carried Saitama into a place completely different from the Wing he had been – maybe another world.

That was not quite expected. Nonetheless, Saitama was not quite surprised either – teleporting, portals and such were rather common these days. Instead, Saitama looked around.

It was an outdoor area, dim and foggy. Saitama was standing at the verge of a clearing, which was surrounded by trees and archways. In the middle of the clearing was a long table full of food. On two side of the table seated two men, conversing with each other.

And Saitama looked at the two, figuring one of them should be the man BBB was talking about.

The man who knew how to cure vampirism.


AN: The later chapters will have references/spoilers to the TES4: Oblivion. (Actually, the amulet in this chapter is already a vague reference, if you squint hard enough.) You don't have to play that game to understand them though. I will do my best to explain everything needed. And since I didn't actually play Oblivion before (I know I probably should do that sometime), I hope I won't get any setting wrong. And if I do get something wrong or you don't get what I am writing, please tell me.