"So this is what we have:" Elizabeth began. "We have the location of both the Philosopher's Society's headquarters and the location of what is essentially a clone farm." Pausing, she placed a few photographs on the table of areal shots of the former location. "Satellite photographs indicate that there is a makeshift shooting range and sparring area on the Lexington property, which wouldn't be that unusual, if not given the circumstances. We currently have field agents at both locations staking the place out. Lieutenant Chu, what do you have?"

"Reconnaissance has turned up with several people entering and exiting the Lexington house, including Stephane Lexington, various members of the Whelan family, and a few others who we assume to be descendants of this so-called 'Abhartach' fellow." Suyin Chu explained, laying out photos of her own. "There isn't much information on either Whelan or Abhartach's family, however. It appears that they stay rather consistently out of our network. Because of Lexington's lineage, however, we do know that he is the son of Charles Lexington and that his family has been having a bit of trouble with finances. Previously, he had been renting his rooms and hosting events like weddings on his property in order to keep the place running, but it appears that he abruptly stopped about two years ago. We believe that Lexington might be receiving funds from the Philosophers, but we do not have that kind of confirmation just yet. Most pressingly, however, we've spotted Johnathan Beattie enter and exit the estate several times, so I believe that is proof enough that this group is up to no good."

"Do you believe that they pose an immediate threat?" asked Elizabeth.

"I'm not certain. We haven't observed any behaviour that would indicate so, but they are at the very least, a growing one."

"How soon do you think we will be able to launch an attack." questioned Ciel, folding his hands in front of him.

All of them sat in a previously unoccupied boardroom with Sir Integra and a few others in attendance. All of them were sharing information and plotting against the looming threat of an overthrow. It was a top secret meeting with only those with clearance invited and guards out front. Ciel could barely remember the last meeting he attended where the stakes were so high. He recalled one or two from back when Arthur Hellsing was head of the organisation, but this was new. Naturally, he was eager to know when the attack would be launched so that he could stop worrying about it, but lieutenant Chu, sadly, did not have an answer he wanted hear.

"I am uncertain at this time. As a former field agent, however, I do know that judging by the fact that they seem to be armed as well and have the home advantage, it will be risky to send in a, or several teams. The Whelan family is made up of werewolves, which are notoriously tricky to tackle in close quarters."

"Then we don't attack on a full moon." the Phantomhive stated.

"That may not work, I'm afraid." interjected Miranda Ackerman, head of the Research Department. "After looking into how Claire Whelan of the Whelan family was able to transform during the day, my research leads me to believe that she and her relatives may be of a particular subspecies of werewolf that…" She paused, trying to find the phrasing, "While they have a forced transformation on full moons like any other werewolf, they are also born with the ability to transform at will at any other time, similar to how were-tigers shapeshift. This ability only manifests in werewolves if they're at least a hundred years in age and since she is obviously too young, she is most likely someone of this species. They are known as 'faoladh' and according to legend, they are a proud, noble people who, according to legend, have been employed as mercenaries by the kings and chieftains of Ireland up until partway through the middle ages when lycanthropy became a serious concern in Europe."

"So, not only do they have guns and swords, they can also shapeshift whenever they want and have a culture of fighting." the Watchdog observed. "Lovely."

"Attacking from the air may be our only option." Stated Sir Integra. "There may be civilians, but they will get caught in the crosshairs regardless."

"Surely there must be a way to get them out of there..." speculated Elizabeth, only for her grandaughter, her cousin, and Lieutenant Chu to collectively shake their heads. "So it's either heavy artillery from a distance or heavy fire from above, then… I see..."

"That will be the quickest, easiest, and most cost efficient way to go about this, yes." Ciel concurred. "How are we going to handle the cloning facility, though?"

"Well, it is an underground bunker, not at all dissimilar to the one used by the Belmont Organisation when they were active." informed Chu. "For all we know, they could be related, especially since both groups have an interest in human and supernatural experimentation, in addition to the fact that we have still yet to locate all Belmont facilities, even with Richard Belmont's sincere cooperation. That said, there is no solid evidence to back up that theory."

"It's probably worth looking into." replied the Watchdog. "After all, I was wondering how Belmont was able to pay for them. He's wealthy, yes, but not that wealthy. Perhaps he received a 'generous donation?'"

"I'm not particularly interested in conspiracy theories at the moment." Interrupted Integra, drawing attention back to the main problem. She sat there, overseeing everything while absent-mindedly fiddling with an unlit cigar in her hands. "If it truly is like the Belmont facilities, however, the team used to infiltrate the first facility should work, in theory. Ciel, Alois, Seras, and Mister Blake from the research department should be sufficient. Ciel, if there are any additional forces you wish to add, please do so before I give you your official deployment date."

"Yes, ma'am." politely answered the Phantomhive.

"Until then, wait until further orders. For now, we need all of the intelligence we can compile on the situation." the Hellsing said rather seriously. "The stakes may be high, but acting rashly will not help us any."

"Are you directing that at me?" the man questioned.

"No, it was a general warning. I know you, however, so it needed to be said, regardless."

"I see… I will do my best to wait patiently for your orders, but I do wish to get this taken care of before it gets out of hand."

"We all do, Ciel. It's the shared goal of all of us, right now."

"True..." the Phantomhive replied, folding his hands and looking away. Watching him for a moment, Sir Integra sensed there was something more to this.

"What is on your mind, Phantomhive?" she questioned. "What are you not saying?"

"It is nothing of major importance." Ciel flatly answered. "I will serve just as I always have, no matter how I tire of fending off tyrannical forces. My biggest concern is, however..." He paused in order to look back at Integra with a rather serious expression.

"…What is the plan if we are to fail?" he asked. "One thing that bothers me about matters that effect all of us, including civilians, is that there is never a backup plan. What is to happen if A: we are too late or otherwise fail to avoid their attack, and B: if they are to succeed in their plans? What is to happen if they succeed in taking the crown and HELLSING falls?"

Suddenly, the room was quiet as none of them even wanted to consider that possibility. Yet, Ciel was right. It was possible and they needed to be ready for any outcome. Fortunately, the Watchdog had a place to start.

"With every regime, there is a resistance." he began. "When Paris fell to Nazi occupation, multiple resistance groups inevitably formed. These groups, however, as I found while working alongside them during the war, are often underfunded, understaffed, and desperate for supplies. It would be beneficial to consider how we can get a headstart on those things."

"I see..." That was all Integra could say to this, as she was somewhat surprised by all of this. She knew that Ciel had already been here, but hadn't stopped to think about how useful he might be to this endeavor, nor did she consider the idea that they could possibly fail. Looking over at her grandmother, she began to discuss this.

"Elizabeth," she began, refraining to call her in a familiar fashion in this professional setting. "Since you are next in line should anything happen to me, I would like it if you would assist me in setting this up. I would also like your help, Ciel, as you have personal experience."

"Right." nodded the Phantomhive, immediately accepting this, but his cousin was a little less eager.

"Don't say that!" Elizabeth said. "We musn't think so negatively. Nothing is going to happen to you, Integra, and we won't fail."

"I disagree. Although it is unlikely, it is best to have a backup plan." her granddaughter answered. "We cannot win with optimism alone. Even still, if we are to succeed this time, what about the next? Or perhaps the time after that? It would be wise to have a backup plan in place in the event of any disaster. We can't wait for the actual disaster to happen in order to get started."

The other woman contemplated this quietly and said nothing as she couldn't argue against it. She had come to the same conclusion and knew that the others were right. "I see..."

Turning her attention back to Ciel, Integra questioned: "Where do we start?"

The meeting dragged very long as the group discussed their ideas. Ciel suggested that they establish an allyship with another country or act on a current one so that they may receive aide if necessary. They also needed to establish a way to contact them discreetly if things do indeed turn sour. They knew the first places that would be searched for them, and thought of somewhere that could be fled to so that they could regain their strength. It was a very grim conversation that none of them enjoyed, but all of them knew that having it was for the best.

Ciel was completely drained after the meeting finally let out, but he had already racked up another engagement for afterwards. He was tired, anxious, and generally wanted to get on with work, but knew full-well that there was nothing for him to do at this point in time. Not only that, he could not reschedule or back out of his plans for that afternoon, as doing so would have dire consequences.

His husband would be angry with him. There was no way he could fail to make it. Alois had really been wanting a date with the bluenette for a while and since they had both been busy, it was a little hard to arrange until now. Despite his tiredness and feeling a bit down, the man was actually looking forward to spending time with his spouse. The meeting did run longer than he thought it would, so he hoped he wasn't keeping the menace waiting long.

Alois had been taking a few classes starting from when Ciel was working with the Devildogs and was about to be finished with his cooking class for the day. While the menace felt that it was a bit stereotypical of him, it was either this or some martial art, and his options on those were limited. It was all either stuff he couldn't use, didn't need, or stuff that was too flashy to be of any practical use. It might've been good for a laugh, but there wasn't much point in it. Thus, the menace learned how to cook a few dishes. That class ended, however, and Alois signed up for a desert class. For you see, he did have another agenda. It was one that he hadn't actually told Ciel about.

It was already December and the other Phantomhive's birthday was days away. Alois knew that he couldn't actually rely on Ciel to tell him what he wanted and he was really hard to shop for, since if Ciel wanted something, he had a tendency to go out and get it himself. Since Ciel liked it when Alois made him lunch so much, the menace had resolved to make him something for his birthday! That was something money couldn't buy and Ciel was so sentimental, that he was sure to love it. At least, Alois hoped so. After all, he wasn't the best and he didn't exactly know enough to make up his own recipes, but it was the principle of it, really.

It was time for him to be packing up his things, so he took out the plastic containers he had brought along to pack up what he had made. It was sort of a let-down, really, as he had already learned how to make shortbread biscuits in his first class, although it was good to get more practise in working with chocolate. He had dipped the biscuits in melted chocolate and had to make sure they were dry. They were, albeit in some strange shapes. They weren't pretty, but they were just as edible as they would be if they were. While he tended to this task, he lightly chatted with the women in the class who were doing the same.

"Is it straight home after this, Mister Phantomhive?" one of them asked. In truth, the menace didn't care for her much. She was the housewife type who needed everything to look Pintrest-worthy and tutted anyone who was less than so, but in that sickly sweet fashion that prevented one from being able to call her out on it. While most of the people in the class were married women too, most of them weren't like her. Swallowing his pride, the menace forced himself to answer.

"No. My husband's meeting me here and then we're going to go on a date." he informed.

"Really! That sounds fun!" The woman's tone was nice but not genuine. "Where are you going to go?"

"Oh, nowhere much. Just a nice Italian place and out shopping. He likes to surprise me, though, so there's no guarantee he'll just leave it at that."

"Sounds romantic." Oh, how that made Alois fume! The patronising tone of voice she used infuriated him! "It must be nice to be so young." Indeed, she mentioned how he was young in relation to his relationship quite a bit. Nevermind the fact that Alois heard from one of the other attendees that she married younger than he did!

"I guess." was all the blonde could reply, trying to out-smile her.

With her coat on, cookies in one hand and car keys in the other, the woman began making her way out of the room. "Well, have a good time. I still have Christmas shopping to do!" she said. "See you next week!"

"See you." Alois could hear her heels clicking against the hard floor as she briskly walked out of the room, all the while the man exchanged knowing glances with others as they silently agreed with his interpretation. However, their heads whipped around to face the door almost as quickly as they heard a yelp from the hallway outside and the sound of heels hurrying back toward them. Then, the woman reappeared in the doorway and came back into the room, shutting the door behind her.

"What's wrong?" the menace questioned.

"There's a man out in the hallway who looks like he's in the mafia!" the woman declared in a hushed, but urgent tone. Alois pondered this for a mere half a second before reaching a probable conclusion.

"Did he wear an eyepatch?" he asked. "Nice suit, blue tint to his hair?"

"He had an eyepatch and a black suit, yes! As soon as he saw me, he started charging toward me! I don't know what to do!"

Still holding his container of chocolate-covered biscuits, Alois walked over to the door and shooed the woman out of the way with a swish of his hand. Despite her protests, he turned the handle and opened the door, only to see the man who caused such distress standing on the wall opposite of it out in the hallway. He seemed lost for a brief moment before recognising Alois. In an instant, relief washed over the bluenette as he finally approached with a smile.

"Hello, sweetie." greeted the menace with a smile. They greeted each other by kissing their husband's cheek.

"Hello." Ciel answered back in a somewhat cheerful fashion. "Am I late? I had trouble finding the room. More importantly, however, there was a woman out in the hallway who dropped her keys. I tried to call out to her, but I think she ran in here?"

With that, he held out a hand, revealing a set of keys in his palm. Suddenly, all eyes were on the woman who had ran from him as her face seemed to turn a bright shade of red. "Those would be Missus Crabtree's." Alois stated, indicating to her and rather calmly, the bluenette walked over to her and politely presented her with the object.

"Pardon me, but are these yours?" Ciel questioned, not wanting to accuse.

"Yes, they are." Missus Crabtree sheepishly replied, taking them from her. "Thank you..."

"It's no trouble at all. I would hate for you to have trouble getting home."

Alois was grinning from ear to ear along with a few of the others who stayed for the drama. Genuinely, he thought the bluenette to be quite the breathtaking specimen who was as kind and gentle as could be. Sometimes, it simply didn't occur to him that others might think him to have a frightening or intimidating appearance, and although he was worried that Ciel's feelings might be hurt, he was also somewhat pleased to see her mask slip in public.

"Missus Crabtree, Missus Kulkarni, Miss Taylor, this is my husband, Ciel." Alois said, walking over to introduce his spouse. Most of the equally amused women answered back in a polite manner, all the while Ciel gave it his best effort to be as pleasant as possible.

"Pleased to meet all of you." the Watchdog replied. "I hope I didn't startle anyone. My face isn't exactly the most 'friendly-looking' when I'm focused, so I apologise if I came across as aggressive when I saw you Missus Crabtree. I saw you with your tupperware and thought you might know where this room was!"

"And then you tried to catch her so she didn't leave without her keys when she dropped them." concluded the menace, working out what happened.

When Crabtree yelped, the surprise must have caused her to drop her keys, only for her to panic when she noticed Ciel coming after her rather quickly. Her negative assumptions were obviously not missed on Ciel, either, especially since she yelped and ran when she saw him! Indeed, it was a bit hurtful, but by now, the Watchdog has sort of accepted that there will be certain people who find him scary at first glance.

"I'm terribly sorry!" the woman answered, trying to save face. "I hope I didn't offend you..."

"It's quite alright. These things do happen. There's quite a lot of people who actually assume I'm in the mafia or something!" Ciel stated as if he didn't know what she said about him, prompting her to shrink herself where she stood a bit. "In reality, I work a boring business job at a desk."

"Oh, really? Where do you work?" asked Miss Taylor.

"FUNTOM Toys, of all things. Fortunately, I'm not the face of the company, or else we'd go under rather quickly!"

"Oh, come on. Give yourself credit!" Alois pouted with a hand on his hip, shoving the plastic container in his other against Ciel's chest, prompting the bluenette to take it from him. "You are devastatingly handsome!"

"Well, as long as you think so, that's all that really matters." Ciel replied, thoughtlessly opening the container to look inside. He saw chocolate, so he helped himself while his spouse put on his coat, biting into one of the biscuits before happily waging a full-on attack on the rest. "You're very good at these shortbread biscuits."

"The chocolate's not that pretty, though." the menace said. "I'm still pretty new at that."

"Looks don't matter when it comes down to desserts. It's all in the taste."

"That's what I keep saying!" agreed one of the women, who went by the name of Missus Kulkarni. "Most people don't really care if they look pretty. That's only for when you want bragging rights or want to show off."

It was a subtle jab as Missus Crabtree, but the woman in question chose not to acknowledge it as such. "It's an acquired skill. If you keep at it, you'll be able to do it without even thinking about it!"

Truthfully, Ciel was more focused on eating than listening, and didn't have anything further to say until Alois walked back over to him with is coat, scarf, and gloves on. "Ready to go?" he asked his husband, only to receive a slight "mm-hm" since the man's mouth was full along with a nod. Taking a peek into the container, the blonde raised his eyebrows at how much Ciel had eaten in a matter of moments. "Save some for everybody else! We're supposed to go out to eat after this and you've eaten half the thing!"

"No I haven't. It's more like… a fourth or so." protested the other man, only to have the container taken away from him.

"Me taking this desert class is going to be the death of you." Alois stated before turning around to face the others in the class. "I'll see all of you next week! Bye~!"

He was cheerful and bubbly until he and his husband left the room. From there, the menace let out a breath and relaxed his posture a bit. "I really like that class and the people in it, but I'm glad to be out of there."

"Is that the same Missus Crabtree you were telling me about?" Ciel questioned.

"Yes! That was so rude of her!" the menace said as they both walked out of the hallway. With his free hand, he reached over and held onto Ciel's. "She literally ran away from you when all you were trying to do was ask for directions! I understand she doesn't know anything beyond her picture-perfect neighbourhood, but Jesus! I hope she's bloody well embarrassed."

"Ordinarily, I might be a bit more offended, but I sort of got that impression from her as well. Her opinion does not concern me." the bluenette said before smiling. "I do find it rather interesting that you immediately changed your accent back to normal the moment you were out of earshot, however."

"Well, you know her type. Anything 'beneath' received pronunciation will cause her to faint."

"I like the way you usually talk better. It's cute. It suits you."

"Good. That's the whole reason I drop the act around you." Alois grinned right back. "I'm sorry for the rough start. Hopefully things will turn up once we get going."

"No, it's not your fault. I was already in a bit of a mood, myself because of the meeting. It's like preparing for the end of the world. It's incredibly grim."

"Any new developments?"

"I won't bore you with all of the details since we're supposed to be having a romantic outing, but it would appear that all of the big players are at attendance. The ones we've been looking into, including Johnathan. Anyway, long story short, after they get a bit more information, they're going to want us to go into their cloning facility with a small team to shut it down." The Watchdog shook his head. "We can talk about it in length later. Right now, it's just you and I. We're going to have a lovely dinner and tonight, we're going to have fun."

"What sort of fun?"

"Depends on where the day takes us." With that, the bluenette gave the other man a coy little half-smile followed by a strange twitching of his face. The unusualness of the expression caused the other to arch an eyebrow.

"You okay?" Alois asked him, all the while trying to contain his amusement.

"I tried to wink but forgot I'm wearing an eyepatch..." Suddenly, the blonde let out a puff of air followed by a snicker as his spouse's cheeks became lightly dusted in pink. "Laugh it up, Jimmy. I know you find me charming."

"You are. Super charming. Your dorkiness is all part of it." Alois said, releasing the other's hand, only to take his arm instead. He was being escorted by the bluenette in a true gentlemanly fashion with his hand just above the other's bent elbow joint on his bicep and the other man's hand covering it.

"Now I feel I must be smooth at least once or else I'll go home a failure."

"It's not a failure."

"I cannot disgrace you or the Phantomhive name."

"How do people not get your sense of humour?"

"Because I'm strange, just like you."

"I love you, muffin."

"I love you, too, darling."

Soon after this, they hopped in the car and started off on their adventure for the day. It may not be as dire or weighty as things that other people were doing in these trying times, but it was an adventure, nonetheless. For others, however, the day offered more mundane marvels that didn't require any sort of fanfare.

At the Gehenna Town Welfare Center in the supernatural town of which it was named, a certain man in an odd patterned tie walked out of his office, down the corridor, and up to the front desk. The envelopes he was carrying touched his sleeve rather than his bare arm, as it was cold enough that Daniel had switched to long sleeves. Upon approaching the desk, he handed the envelopes to the man sitting there, as Mister Ravenscroft was closest to the hallway.

"Got some job applications, Ted." Daniel informed the other man while handing him the envelopes. "I'm not too sure about this one, though… It's a miss 'Belladonna Wolfmoon?'"

"Oh, yeah. Must be someone who's new. They tend to pick names like that." Mister Ravenscroft said. "Though, I don't think I really have room to talk."

"Indeed, Mister Theodore Ravenscroft." The Westley jested back. "Father of Ruby Ravenscroft."

"Her mother picked her name like mine did."

"How is Ruby, by the way? Everything going okay for her with the sitter?"

"Yeah, but she really misses coming here, I think." Theodore laughed. "She keeps asking when she can come see you."

"Well, feel free to bring her 'round. I'd love to see her." Daniel replied. "Or we can all meet up somewhere. I could bring my little sister, but I think she's a bit old for playdates."

"I'll think about it. How is Samantha?"

"Well, you know how she's been taking the year off so she can think about what she wants to do, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, she's been really into supernatural history lately and says she's kind of leaning toward that. If she went to school, though, she'd be learning the human side of history, but she could probably apply some of it to this. I just don't know what she intends to do with it. I've been meaning to ask Alois- I mean, 'Mister Lion' about whether HELLSING has a use for that or not."

"I feel like they would. At the very least, there's a demand for it here and in Pyestock." Theodore said. "She'll be able to write here, at the very least!"

"That's true. She'll figure something out. She's smarter than me." Daniel stated with a wave of his hand. "Anyway, I better get ready for my next appointment. Talk to you later."

"See you." the other man answered as Daniel walked away, only to receive a light punch to the arm from his other side. Looking over, Theodore saw the other person manning the front desk giving him an urgent look. She was actually a woman by the name of Helen who seemed a bit vexed.

"Ask him." she whispered rather urgently while gesturing for Theodore to talk.

Cheeks turning pink, the warlock spun around in his chair to face the Westley again, only to find that he had already left. His slowness caused him to feel even more awkward, although there was a bit of relief that came from not having to do anything, too. That said, when he saw his deskmate again, she was not very pleased with him.

"Theodore Ravenscroft, when are you going to stop being such a coward and ask him already?" she asked him. "He was even giving you the chance to extend an invitation somewhere for God's sake."

"That was for my daughter, though?"

"No, it wasn't. It was an opening! And you missed it!"

"Well, I'm sorry for not picking up on these things!" Theodore stated. "It's been a long time since I've asked anyone out anywhere! Besides, even if he likes guys like you said, there's no guarantee he'll go for a twenty-three year old who's already divorced with a kid!"

"Well, you won't know until you ask, you bloody fool!" The succubus' tone was playful, though she was also trying to be sincere. All her fellow secretary could do was sigh, however.

"This is hard. I don't know how to hit on guys, anyway." the man stated. "I've never done it, before."

"Oh, my God, you have absolutely no idea how badly I want to tell you all of the information I've picked up, but I know it would be a serious breach of Daniel's privacy and trust." Helen said, shaking his head. "Not to mention it would be completely unprofessional..."

"Why? Do you know something?" Theodore questioned, leaning forward in order to both whisper and listen carefully.

"I really can't..."

"Helen…" The warlock began, his tone serious. "He's hot, he's funny, and he gets along with my kid. I need to know."

"Well..." the succubus began, mulling it over for quite a while looking around the room. After much stalling, she finally relented. "He's a little new as well. My guess is one, maybe two not-very-serious boyfriends. That's all I'm telling you, though. No more."

"Oh… I see..." Nodded the other before turning back to his own station. Silently, he looked around and tapped his fingers on the table in front of him. Slowly, he reached up to rub his chin and jaw. "Do you think I'd look good with a goatee?"

"I don't know, Teddy. Ask Dan." Helen replied without looking at him. She was occupied with typing on her computer, leaving the other with no other options. After sitting there for a second or two, Theodore turned back to his own station.

"I'll ask next time he comes out..." he nodded to himself before checking his own computer. After examining the list, he strangely chuckled to himself. "He's gonna like this name. 'Arianna Bloodsworth' is his next appointment."

"She's from the Bloodsworth family. They're lived in town for three generations. They're over on Merlin Street."

"...Oh… Oh, yeah… Right..."

The man then went back to his work after having decided that there was nothing more of it. Rather, Helen decided for him, but he decided not to pursue it. While Gehenna was small and seemed like a place where everyone should know everyone, that wasn't always the case. The world of supernatural beings was more vast than most people realised.


A/N: I realised that I didn't have a good segway between this and the next thing, so I just cut it. I'll start up again in the next chapter.

Let's see... what else...

I got a question?

"How do you come up with names like "Abhartach" or "Akeldama"" by Kinja145

Well, I didn't exactly make them up. They're both references to something else. "Akeldama" is a place in Jerusalem that's associated with Judas Iscariot, but to tell you the truth, I borrowed it from the Soulless series by Gail Carringer. There's a flamboyant, gay, aristocratic, vampire by the same name in that series (I read the manga version, but there are actual books). Meanwhile "Gehenna" is another place, but it's one that is associated with hell. For more information on that, there's Wikipedia articles on them!

"Abhartach" is a reference to something that I will actually explain later on, so you can look into it if you want spoilers, but if you're content with waiting on me, I'll get to it! A few of you actually already know about it, which is kind of pleasing in a weird way. I'd think that I wouldn't want you to know anything, but no. I don't mind. Isn't that odd? I feel like it's kind of fun to spot things like that that you feel knowledgeable about. It sort of opens the door to all sorts of theories.

I don't really have all that much to talk about, this A/N, so I'll let y'all go.

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!