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Ahem. Thank you all, for bearing with me to the fourth chapter of Tales of Kratos Auriving. I know, I have confused you all deeply, but things will clear up, eventually. Thank you.
Chapter Four: The President of the Lezareno Company
Lloyd and Presea flew to the Lezareno Company to investigate Regal's death.
Landing on the undamaged Sky Terrace, Presea jumped down from her Rheiard, as Lloyd withdrew his wings and landed.
The two hopped down the elevator shaft, clinging onto the walkway leading to the President's office.
Hoisting themselves up, they each took sight of the office: All the bookshelves were upturned, books and archives scattered across the floor.
George was knelt before a motionless heap, weeping silently.
Lloyd looked at Presea, as she looked at him.
They rushed to the Assistant's side, looking at the body of the one who was like a father to all, Regal Bryant.
George looked at Lloyd; Lloyd looked at George, Presea at Regal.
Presea released a small gasp, "L-Lloyd…George…Regal…he's breathing!"
Shocked, Lloyd and George examined Regal. Sure enough, the company president was releasing breath.
Regal opened his eyes. "Hello Lloyd, Presea. How have you been these years?" He spoke with a rare grin.
George embraced Regal like a long-lost brother, Lloyd just shouted Regal's name, Presea beamed.
He stood up. "The reason I was assumed to be dead, was that that assassin with the bloody katana would not leave me alone, so I played dead,"
"But how did you survive the sword attacks?" Lloyd asked.
"He's the President: He has flawless body armor. Only the best from Lezareno! 'Serving you from life to death.'" George spoke with a chuckle.
The four laughed; partly because of George's joke, mostly out of relief of Regal's well-being.
"Regal, we need you to come to my house: It's urgent," Lloyd spoke seriously.
"Of course. George, tell the citizens of Altamira of my well being, please," the President spoke.
"Of course, Master Regal."
"Um, Regal?" Presea asked shyly, on the flight back to Iselia.
"Yes, Presea?" Regal replied.
"What did your assassin look like?"
"Hm… He came at me so swiftly; I couldn't get a good glimpse of him. I did see that he wore an auburn cloak, similar to Kuchinawa's. His hair was blonde and straight, his face young.
"That was all I could get out of him."
Presea nodded as the trio landed in Lloyd's backyard.
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