Hellsing Witch Hunter 1616

by DianaPrince31

Summary: Three orphans, three women, three families. Born to become the King's Hunters, these three young women stand between England and the witches that seek to do it harm- if they can first learn to get along.

33. Plans, Plots and Ploys

HELLSING WITCH HUNTER:1616

DIANAPRINCE31

Ch 33: Plans Plots and Ploatys

Greymoore Castle A Few Day ago - The 'Sensitive' Meeting

When the page gave Integra the letter, a quick glance at the seal told her that is was from Mrs. Whitehall. Apparently she had found something hidden in the wall of her mansion; a secret compartment, George had plenty of those. It was a large leather envelope and in it were many letters between him and one Lord Gregory Burchill. There was also a small leather-bound journal, most likely Whitehall's plot about how to get rid of Burchill, should he become a liability. Surprisingly Marionne wanted Integra to come over and fetch the package.

Of course, Integra was curious to see what she may find and she excused herself from the meeting that was concluding anyway. The Huntress doubted that the Royal Guard or the LAPD would find anything; their report would most likely be one of speculation. As Integra was leaving, Seras asked, "Where are you going?"

"If I wanted you to know, I would have told you" came her reply.

"You can't just leave," said Sam.

"You are free to watch me do so." When Integra left the room, she sighed, working with those two was going to be the death of her. Once she reached the front gates, she saw that the groom had Moonchild ready and saddled. How is it that a groom was more efficiently than two of the King's Hunters? Integra swung into the saddle, tossed the groom three gold coins, and then galloped off towards the Whitehall residence.

Whitehall Manor

The small maid that led Integra said "The mistress is distressed; she has been since this way ever since she found the envelope in the wall." Marionne had sent her manservant on the fastest horse to the castle and another to Hellsing Manor, to give Integra the letter. When the Huntress stepped into the living room, Marionne looked up at her with tears still falling from her face. Integra almost felt sorry for her- almost, in the living room also sat Virginia, her only daughter, who glared at her. "This was your entire fault, you he-broad! Breaking in and threatening my mother! You shouldn't treat other people's mothers like trash because you don't have one!" Well, that stung, but one couldn't tell from the expression on Integra's face. But soon the Hunter smiled, "He-broad. That one is new. I've never been called that before. And I did not threaten your mother, Virginia, I gave her a warning. I tend to keep my word." Marionne's face became even paler, while Virginia gasped. Integra sat in a chair and opened the envelope and pulled out a large stack of letters. They correspondents that were between George Whitehall and a lower noble called Gregory Burchill. Several years ago, there had been a plot to kill the king and usurp the throne; all they had to do was make it look like an accident. However, they couldn't find the right opportunity if they couldn't. So Lord Burchhill reached out to a contact in Turkey, who was vying for the Sultan's seat. So they came up with a quid pro quo, the contact could help them to get rid of the king of England, which at that time was Albrecht's father, Albrecht the Fifth if they, in turn, would get rid of the Sultan and then the contact would become regent for the youngest son who was three years old after the elder sons became victims of their own tragic accidents.

Lord Burchhill would then play the role of the understanding friend and get the Queen to fall in love with him. He would then become the Queen's consort. However, the Queen would either have an 'ill-fated calamity' or a spell of madness, in which Burchill would become king. And once he was king, Burchill would demand that the Hunters give up their swords to the Whitehall family. The contact in Turkey would send the Black Scorpion Assassins Guild to do the job and the crown prince at that time; Albrecht the Sixth would also have an unfortunate accident. But However George had another plan up his sleeve, he would spread rumors that Burchill had tried to usurp the throne and play the reluctant, but dedicated Hunter, so when he led a coup against Burchhill, the people would make him king. He would have the swords and the throne.

When Integra finished reading everything, she leaned back in her chair, lit a cigarillo, and took a long drag, and then slowly blew the smoke out of her mouth. The Huntress closed her eyes, it was some time and the two other women thought that Integra fell asleep before the Huntress asked softly, "Lady Whitehall does your family love this country? Are they are loyal to His Majesty?"

"Yes, of course, they do!" came the quick reply.

So why is every time when there is some sort of betrayal or murder your family is in the thick of it?"

"But... it wasn't me that was years ago…."

"It was my father, not mother" said Virginia. "Besides she gave you this information, if she was plotting anything, why would she do that..?"

Integra smirked, "I talked to Andrew and he told me about the reason behind our little, I'm going to say 'outing'. I knew your reasoning for this, but I didn't know I would have an 'unfortunate accident', just as George says in his letters."

"Andrew is lying! That is not true…. I would…."

"You know what is so damn pathetic about this family is that there is an appalling lack of accountability. Right now 'Andy' as my son calls him, is sitting in a tiny cell for conspiracy to commit the crime of murder of a King's Hunter."

"Oh no, my precious son."

"Precious son?" Integra laughed, "The last time I was here you told me that you were sure your sons were in on the plot to assassinate the king." Virginia turned to her mother and cried out "How could you be so cold?"

"Your other sons sit in cells along with him."

"Why?"

"This plot is years old and yet it was executed several months ago, why is that?" Neither woman answered. "It's because there are people who believe that this plan will still work. So you and your entire household will be taken into custody we wouldn't Card Burchill and whoever is working with to flee."

Soon the Royal Guards entered and handcuffed both Virginia and Marionne and led them out to the metal prison wagons. "You can't do this! I helped you out!" screeched Marionne. Integra said, "Only because you thought that it may help you. But I am sure you more than you are letting on. I told you what would happen if your family was involved. And I intend to keep my promise." Integra watched as the wagons took everyone in the Whitehall manor including the staff, before retrieving the leather envelope and riding towards the Hellsing Estate. She was looking forward to the meeting because she really wanted to know what the Royal Guard and the LMPD had to report.

Greymoore Castle- First meeting with the War Council.

The night before, Integra had stopped by the Hunter's Lodge much to Sam's chagrin to tell them to be punctual, if anything to arrive extra early and to not say anything stupid; in their case, it was best to say nothing at all. This had pissed them both off, but Integra had left before there was an argument. The next morning they milled around with several advisors and captains who were invited. Seras had never been on a war council before and she was a bit nervous. What if she did say something foolish because of her lack of experience? Maybe she should take Integra's advice and keep her mouth shut. As Seras looked around, she saw a young man about her age, with a mop of light brown hair and happy sparkling brown eyes. He had a pretty boyish face and a lithe frame. The young man wore a brown and light green suit and for some reason, Seras thought for someone who looked like such a friendly person, the sword at his side was out of place, Seras realized that she had been staring when he gave her a smile and a small wave. She went full red in the face. What should she do? She couldn't just walk away, but she also found herself rooted to the ground. Integra's voice said from behind her, "Hmm, the young Lord level of Canterbury. Good taste. Has a sense of humor." The heiress gave Seras a nudge, "Go talk to him." When the petite blond looked back, Integra was gone and she was making her way towards the young man. "Hi" stammered bow. "I'm…. I'm Seras Victoria."

The young man gave Seras an impish smile "Hello Seras Victoria, I'm Uriel Poole, Lord of Canterbury, well future Lord, even though I'm beginning to think my dog has a better shot."

Seras giggled, "Why do you say that?"

"Because my father told me 'Son, your dog has a better shot at becoming Lord of Canterbury'."

"That's not good."

"It wouldn't be that bad; I would just have to eat, sleep, and lick my own butt." Seras couldn't help but laugh out loud, which got her some strange looks.

"So what did Sir Hellsing tell you before you came over?"

"Um... she said I had good taste and you had a sense of humor."

"I know she couldn't resist my charms."

"So you two are…."

"I see her as a scary woman and she thinks I'm cute."

"Wait... are you talking about Integra Hellsing?"

"Yes, she said that I was cute."

Seras thought that Integra didn't like men or women or anyone except the king and that was only as a friend.

"Was she drunk?"

"Not that I'd know, I think she'd look the same."

Seras nodded, "That's probably true." But Seras didn't want to talk anymore about the woman who thought she was a disgrace, so she asked, "Have you ever been on a war council?"

"Nope but my father thought I should attend. Apparently a lot of parents did." Uriel pointed to several newcomers, many sons and daughters entering the hall with their parents.

"Wow, where are they all going to sit?" asked Seras.

"They most likely will be standing. You had to be invited for a seat at the table. Good thing I get a seat and so do you."

"What does one do at these councils?"

"My father said that I should shut up, not say or do anything foolish and just listen. Guess no sleeping."

Seras giggled, "Not in front of the king."

"Yeah, my father will kill me if I embarrass him in front of His Majesty. 'Only talk if you are asked a question directly', that's what he said."

"I was told the same thing by Integra last night" this was said with a frown. "But I guess I should since it's my first time."

"I hope they serve food."

"I am too nervous to eat."

"Just look at all the old dudes and think of something goofy about them. There's a guy who has a mustache so big it's like a couch on his face." Seras liked Uriel and hoped that maybe she could find a way to sit next to him.

A page then said in loud voice, "Ladies and Gentlemen the meeting of the first war council is about to begin. You all have assigned seats; find the placard with your name on it. Please proceed in an orderly what they can so there is no confusion. Those without seats are to stand against the right wall. Lunch will be served at 1." Two guards opened the doors to the room and everyone walked in. Seras stared up in amazing at the high vaulted ceilings and the chandeliers shaped electro-lamps. Large pillars lined the room and on them hung long tapestries with the royal family's coat of arms. All of the large glass windows were open creating a refreshing breeze on the warm day. The floor was made of glistening brown marble with a single plush rug that went from the door straight down the middle of the room The table was a large oval that had twenty-four seats, Uriel was right many would be standing. On the table was the name of the members of the war council, she saw the name Trench and wondered how that was possible. One place there was no placard and deduced that was where the king would out. On his immediate right was Integra's name and Sam grumbled, "Of course." Seras sighed when she saw that she would sit next to the heiress and Sam on the other side. After meeting Uriel, Seras now wanted to sit next to him, so that they could whisper or communicate by the provided pens and pads. Once everyone was in the conference room they stood behind their chairs and waited for the king. When Albrecht entered the room, everyone dropped to their knees with a "Hail, Your Majesty."

"You can rise. Is this going to happen at every meeting?" Some people chuckled and the king shook hands with some with of the people on the way to his chair. The page then said, "Everyone shall be unarmed except for the King's Hunters and the Royal Guards. However Hunter Hellsing there is to be no smoking." A servant with a silver tray approached the Huntress who said, "Now Earl that was not nice, calling me out." The page grinned, "You are the only one who smokes here and rules are rules." As the Integra placed her pack of cigarillos and lighter on the tray, she said to the servant who also smiled, "When the meeting is over, I want those back promptly."

"Of course, Sir Hellsing."

Once everyone was settled in their seats, Albrecht started "As you know, there was an assassination attempt on my life by a group called the Black Scorpions from Turkey." There several nods around the table as the monarch continued, "I called you all here today because I received a letter from the Sultan that he intended to declare war on England for the murder of innocent civilians."

An outburst went from among the people around the table as Integra had expected. Albrecht held up his hand and said, "I said 'intended', the Sultan then wrote that he would stay his hand if he extended an invitation to the Hunters and they accepted."

A nasal voice piped up, "So what are they doing here? Send them on the next airship to Turkey." The voice belonged to a Lord Percival Morton of Devonshire.

"As easy as that may sound that is a pretty silly plan," said Lord Burchill. Some people nodded and looked to the Hunters to see how they would respond. Integra said nothing, but Sam said, "If the Sultan comes here then we will be prepared for whatever he throws at us. We will be fighting on our own land, so we would have the advantage."

Seras nodded, "I second that." Some other people also voiced their agreement. Burchill said. "We mustn't let these uncivilized fools think that the great country of England will bow to them. I say if they want a war, we give it to them!" Now there were cheers around the table, with about three or four looking stone-faced. Albrecht raised a hand and everyone quieted down, "Having a war, be it here or there does not benefit anyone. To have a war here will be putting the citizens in danger of attacks from soldiers and diseases. It will also put a strain on the economy of the country. And I have not received word of whether the Sultan will accept the invitation or not."

Another man named Lord Wyatt Taylor scoffed, "The Sultan is probably too ignorant to read English and if he can read, he is probably laughing at the foolish notion of coming here." A woman, Lady Heather Wright said, "His Majesty is right, it is pointless to start a war without reason."

"Silly woman, there is a reason" sneered Lord Wyatt, "The barbarian accused us of murdering innocent civilians."

"I believe that was to be investigated" replied Lady Wright looking at Burchill.

"Yes, that is correct," said Albrecht. "Neither you nor Chief Pemberton has submitted a report on this incident."

"Your Majesty, we have done a thorough investigation and it has proven to be fruitless. Even the 'great' Kings Hunters found nothing."

"Who have you investigated?" asked Integra in a bored tone.

"What?"

The Huntress sighed, "Don't make me ask again, just answer the bloody question."

"I don't answer to you, girl!"

"Fine," said Albrecht, "I'll ask; who did you investigate?"

Burchill's mouth resembled a fish that was trying to breathe out of water. "We investigated various families, Your Majesty."

"Who were those various families? What was your process? Who interviewed these various families? You or the LMPD? Where did you interview these 'various families' and what question did you ask them? A report' would have all of that and more." Everyone was looking at Burchill and he said, "There was so little information that it would have been a waste of time."

"So now it's a waste of time trying to find out who tried to murder your king?" asked Integra fixing Burchill an icy glare.

"That is not what I said…."

"If you call me 'girl' again, I will make you eat my blade for lunch, force you to shit it out, and eat it again for dinner!"

"There is no need to get vulgar, Miss Hellsing," said Wyatt in a disgusted voice. Integra turned to him and said, "I have two swords, you can eat the other, you piss stain!"

"You would do well to show some respect…."

"I didn't know you preferred to eat swords through your ass, you pig-faced nincompoop!"

Burchill stood up, "Enough of this crude nonsense and in front of His Majesty of all people!"

"Burchill, you are the only one who knows the exact size of a horse's prick because you measured it with your mouth!"

Uriel burst out laughing, while Lady Helen whispered the woman next to her, "Sir Hellsing always makes meetings interesting", the woman, Lady Ellen Bolton nodded in agreement, "It's amazing how she thinks up those insults just like that, it would take me days to think of something like that and then I'd have to write them down."

"Okay everybody calm down" said Albrecht "Please gentleman sit down."

"Yes, sit down" drawled Integra "although I advise waiting until after important meetings to get ass fucked by a pack of stray dogs." The two men glared at the Huntress, while Albrecht said "Sir Hellsing, please try to curb your vulgarity."

"It's a gift, but alright, Your Majesty."

When everyone was settled once again, Albrecht said to Burchill, "Your investigation has proven fruitless because you have done nothing. I allowed you to lead this investigation because you promised results and now I find that you have been incompetent!" The Lord's turned red with anger and he said through gritted teeth, "It's not as if the perpetrator will admit to hiring assassins, Your Majesty. We are working with foreign entities. I would suggest we send people to Turkey…." The monarch was not interested in any suggestions and with a dismissive hand, he shut Burchill up. "Now we know why you want a war, it is to cover up your shoddy investigation."

"Or a convenient way to have you killed, Your Majesty".

"What was that Sir Hellsing?" a look of shock was plastered on Albrecht's face. Before Integra gave him an answer, the page said "Announcing Faheem Al-Zahabi, Sultan of the Ottoman Empire and his Grand Vizier Hasib-Al - Ajlani!" The doors opened and two men strolled into the war room while two guards who dragged a skinny, gaunt man in chains walked behind them The Sultan Faheem was a tall man a thick graying beard. He wore several jeweled rings on his hands. Also, the Sultan wore the color blue as if it was the last time anyone would see the color. The shirt and were light blue and the long over vest pants that reached the top of his shiny black boots was dark blue with light blue and purple mandalas designs. On his head, Faheem wore a blue and turban with ornate feathers held together with a large sapphire. Hasib, the Vizier wore an outfit that was similar, but the colors were red and yellow. He had a thin mustache and beard; he was also tall with a slight belly.

When Albrecht heard the name, he was surprised, "I received no correspondence from you, giving your answer."

Faheem laughed, "I've been here since last night. I was invited to this war council by Hunter Hellsing."

Albrecht looked at Integra who had now arisen from her chair and Faheem took her place.

"You knew?"

"Don't worry it gets better."

"But we were discussing sensitive matters, Sir Hellsing."

"You mean if England should go to war with the Ottoman Empire?" asked Faheem innocently.

"Yes, is everything out in the open?"

"Not everything is out in the open, but I'm sure the Burchill will help clear this up."

Albrecht said, "But his investigation turned up nothing because he did nothing." Integra smirked, "No one would investigate themselves for the attempted assassination of their king." Everyone at the table looked at Burchill, who wore it wasn't-me look on his face.

"Before you start denying anything and yelling, I have proof of your treason, you sack of mule shit." Integra opened up the large leather envelope and poured its contents on the table. "There are letters between Burchill and Whitehall. Even though Whitehall was executed, Burchill decided to still go on with the plan."

"Oh no, Burchill say it isn't so" pleaded Lady Bolton. However, the man had ho answer. Faheem shook his head, "It would seem that you some vipers in your bed, Albrecht."

"He's not the only one, Great Sultan, you have a couple yourself," said Integra.

"What?!"

"Burchill still had a contact with his undercover agent in Turkey, only he was sloppy. When I had Burchill's residence searched, there were letters from Hasib Al-Ajlani to Burchill about their plan. The idiot forgot to burn them." By now several guards were holding Hasib as he yelled, "The whore lies! The whore lies!"

Integra ignored his rants and continued, "However Burchill wanted proof that the go-between messenger delivered his message to the assassins that and had the body bought to England along with proof that he was dead." The Huntress took out of her pocket a large coin that had the image of a scorpion on it, around the image was the name of the assassin guild's name and placed it on the table was Faheem picked it up and nodded, "Yes that is from the Black Scorpion. This is their calling card."

"Oh I know that the 'innocent civilians' each had one on their person when they were killed, my new friend told me all about the Black Scorpions. Isn't that right, Fathi?" The guards pushed the thin prisoner forward and Seras recognized him as the assassin that Integra tortured. A servant stepped forward and placed several pictures on the table, each one was a detailed picture of the other assassins and they all had one common feature: a tattoo of a black scorpion on the back of the neck. Fathi al-Din Jameel had one on his neck marking him as an assassin of the Black Scorpions Guild.

"Well," said Albrecht, "We would have played into Burchill and Hasib's hands if we went to war with each other." Faheem turned to Hasib, "How could you do something like this? Don't you know how much this betrayal hurts?" Hasib on the other hand yelled, "You are weak! All you talk about is peace and tolerance! Silly things like science, when we should be crushing our enemies! We should be the strongest and make all of the faithless infidels kneel before us, not become their allies!"

Burchill wisely decided to say nothing as the three were taken to the island prison. Hasib would stay there temporarily until Faheem was ready to leave, then when he was back in his native country, he where'd be put to death for treason. The Sultan decided to let Albrecht decide what would happen to Fathi, it would not look good to the people that their assassins could not do their job well. Albrecht looked around and said, "That is the strangest war council I have ever been to."

Faheem grinned. "This is the best one I have ever been to. It ended with peace instead of warfare. I am sad to lose such a good advisor, but he mustn't have been as good as I thought." Albrecht decided to end the meeting since the two instigators of what would have been a full-blown war were now sitting in a cell being questioned. The two monarchs stood off to the side to speak of future plans such as what would need to be done. The first thing they would do was question their staff and see who else knew of the plot.

I would suggest that we both do some house cleaning" said Albrecht.

"Ah, Albrecht, but I am not so lucky to have such a remarkable woman by my side. It was why I wanted to meet these Hunters of yours. I thought that they were myths."

"I agree, by far they are the best set of Hunters in the long history. They are different from the others, for one they do not get along."

"Yes, Hunter Hellsing has told me as much. Perhaps it is better this way."

"What do you mean?"

"You are young, so you do not know, but varying opinions and beliefs in everything is far better than if everyone agreed on the same thing every time. That is what makes life interesting. Not everything in life is easy" Albrecht nodded, he would need to think more about that.

"Too bad you do not believe in taking a second wife," Faheem said, "I would not let a woman like Hunter Hellsing slip past me. Hmmm, I wonder if she likes older men."

Albrecht's jaw fell open "You can't propose to my Hunters!"

"Why not, you're not."

"I'm already married!"

"And that is where our societies differ, but do you think that Hellsing is into older men? I could make her my first wife."

"You already have a first wife- and no, you still can't propose to Sir Hellsing."

"Okay how about if she weds my son?"

"Which one, you have fourteen."

"Hmm… my fifth one, Najib. He is intelligent and loves to challenge and be challenged in everything from hand to hand combat to philosophy. I think he would be a great husband for Hunter Hellsing".

"She is not going to want to leave England."

"After spending time with Najib, she will."

"Is Najib sterile, because my body does not deserve to the torment that pregnant women go through" said Integra from behind them. Both monarchs jumped and Faheem said, "Hunter Hellsing it is not nice to try and give your future father-in-law a heart attack!"

"How much did you hear?" asked Albrecht, nervously.

The Huntress raised an eyebrow and said, "I liked the 'remarkable woman' part the most." "So everything"' said Albrecht.

"I can't believe you'd marry me off, Your Majesty."

Albrecht pointed to Faheem and said, "He started it!" Integra laughed, as she walked off, "You two looked like you were caught doing something naughty."

"A most remarkable woman, I strongly suggest you think about taking a second wife."

"Wendy hates her. Besides Sir Hellsing and I are childhood friends."

"Even better!"

"I love my wife."

"Oh, I get it now," the sultan said with a snap of his fingers. "You are married to Wendy for the sexual necessities; for an heir to succeed you. And you're intellectually married to Hunter Hellsing. She stimulates you on a plane where Wendy can't!"

"W… what? Where are you getting this?"

"You are a sly man! You do have two wives! Hahahahaha!"

Albrecht could only sigh, "Don't you have something to do?"

Meanwhile, Sam and Seras stood to the side talking. "The Sultan did say he want to meet the Hunters; that means all of us "said Sam.

"I wonder what he wants to talk to us about?" wondered Seras "It better not be about getting along with each other, because I hate Integra and she doesn't respect the both of us."

"Well, I just saw her talking to the Sultan like they were old friends."

"S0 that explains it, she has friends in high places so why the hell would she need us? And without the demons, anyone can get the swords."

"You don't think Integra would try and have us give our swords to some other people, do you?"

"She better not- oh great here she comes now."

"Come, the Sultan would like to talk to us," said Integra coolly.

"Ya know some manners like 'please' wouldn't kill," said Sam, but Integra said nothing, at the moment she had nothing even remotely polite to say. And it would look bad to punch someone in the King's castle-again.

Since Integra had pretty much saved two monarchs' lives and prevented a war, the war council was adjourned, however since the chefs worked hard on the meal, everyone was invited to stay for lunch. It was clear how many of the members of the war council were glad that war was prevented.

"I for one am glad for a stronger alliance with Turkey and the Ottoman Empire," said one lord.

"Weren't you screaming for bloody war about a half-hour ago?" laughed another.

"That was before Burchill's treachery was exposed." Some people looked sorrowful at the mention of the disgraced Lord's name.

"I'm sure a whole investigation will be done on his family. I feel so sorry for his children" bemoaned Lady Bolton

"Another family down the drain because they have no clue on what loyalty is!" said Lord Morton.

While conversations and celebrations were going on, Sam and Seras stood to the side, the former scowling and the latter nursing a drink. Once again Integra was getting praised and they didn't seem to exist.

"Why didn't she tell us about her investigation about the assassin and Burchill? I thought that she said the king assigned it to the LMPD and the Royal Guard" said Seras.

"Obviously she lied," said Sam. "She knew that they would do a terrible job, so she did it on her own and now is the hero."

"She should have told us, we could have helped."

"Don't you get it? She doesn't like us. She doesn't have any respect for us. She does everything without asking or telling us. She destroyed the demons. Who asked her to do that? She puts a demon in us and then takes it back out without our consent."

"I am glad she took Charybdis out, she was kinda scary."

"The point is that Integra has no respect for anyone and I think it's time for that shit to stop."

"Uh... hey Seras?" said Uriel, "I hope I'm not disturbing."

"Hi, Uriel!"

"My... I wanted to invite you over to dinner tonight, to meet my family."

"I don't know, the Hunters or at least Sam and I are not on anyone's good side, at the moment."

"Oh yeah... forgot about that..."

"How the hell you forget about that?" growled Sam.

"I'm beginning to see why you two are on the outs," said Uriel.

"Watch it, pretty boy,

"Come on Sam, please."

"Seras, how about I take you out to dinner tonight? I know a great restaurant and they even have people who tell jokes."

"Uriel that would be nice, I'd love to go!"

"So I'll pick you up at- where are you staying?"

"At the Hunter's Lodge."

"That sounds cool. I'll pick you up at 7?"

Seras just nodded, and Uriel gave her a wink before kissing her hand "Until then milady" and he walked away leaving the Huntress red in the face, giggling.

"How do you know that clown?" asked Sam.

"He's not a clown and I met him before the meeting." Seras decided not to mention Integra's role in it to save herself the headache.

The Sultan had requested a private lunch with the three Hunters, where an array of conversation topics and arguments arose. By the end of the meal, the Sultan decided that he would stay in London for another week or two, where he would want the Hellsing Estate, he wanted to see the large library, meet Schrodinger and take a look at the horses in the stably. Faheem also wanted to see the Hunter's Lodge and the Hellraisers. "There is just so much to take in!" Sera and Sam offered to take him on a tour of London, which he graciously accepted soon it was time for everyone to leave and Seras could hardly wait for had her date with Uriel. Now she just had to figure out what to wear.

Chapter End

Author's Notes: Want to know about Seras date? Cool. I will have a chapter about that in The Hellsing Chronicles. Now don't beat me up, but I can't promise that it will be soon, I have a lot on my plate, so it could be sooner or later. I could never tell with my writings. But anyway, I hope you enjoyed. See ya in the next chapter!