The Lord was roused from a daydream by Frankenstein flinging the door open. The few Nobles ever loitering nearby, flattened themselves to the walls as he stalked passed them; a wreath of black tatters trailed behind him, as his aura manifested due to his intense anger. Gejutel rushed toward him, hoping to slow him down, but shocking even the Lord, Frankenstein's fist hit him right on the nose and he withered back with his eyes crossed.

"I'm not fucking around!" Frankenstein snapped, his eyes leaving purple traceries in the air. "Lord! As of noon this day, I have been unable to find or locate my Master, Cadis Etrama Di Raizel-nim."

Gaining his feet, the Lord moved down the steps from his throne. "Cadis Etrama Di Raizel-nim? I felt some minor explosion of powers some leagues from here, in the human countries. Yet, there was no report of it involving Nobles. Is there anything you may know? I will send someone to investigate."

The angry alchemist sneered at them. "Day before Yesterday, My Master received an important guest. Muzaka, the Werewolf Lord. He went for a walk with Muzaka and returned after nightfall in Muzaka's company. As you know, Master gets lost rather easily. Yet, despite this fact, not even a full half a day after he had returned, he left at a great speed. Abruptly, in the middle of our conversation." He lifted a hand. "Granted, he hardly ever actually says anything, but we do chat now and then."

Gejutel, having picked himself up off the floor, came around to stand nearby. "Frankenstein, speaking in such a disrespectful way…! Not only to the Lord, but about your Master, the Noblesse, is too much. Control your powers!"

"What, you don't like it?" Frankenstein demanded, gritting his teeth. "Right now, it is about all I can do to hold Dark Spear in check. Which I will do, for as long as I can. But you seem to have failed to understand why I'm here." He arched a golden eyebrow. "I am contracted with Cadis Etrama Di Raizel. Out of everyone in Lukedonia, I should be able to find him; but he has shut me out entirely and I cannot locate him. He moved at an intense speed, which was beyond my ability at present. There had to have been a reason."

The Lord frowned, looking at this man. "That is true. As his contracted, you should be able to follow him wherever, whenever. However, as the Noblesse, Cadis Etrama Di Raizel has amazing powers and may cloak himself even from you. It is possible he did this to protect you from harm." He lifted a hand. "We have only a little to go on. What were you talking about at the time he departed in such haste?"

"The human war." Frankenstein replied, looking down. "The Crusades are merciless. Fighting over whose version of a fake religion is correct! Well, it is what it is. There should be no cause for the wars of humans to trouble the Noblesse…" Frankenstein paused, thinking on this. "…on the other hand, if it is not a war of humans, but some Noble or power user were involved, then Master would make a move. That is…his duty, correct?"

"The Noblesse has the right to pass judgement over us." The Lord replied. "Should any Noble or power user transgress to the point that they must be annihilated. It is possible Muzaka is involved. The movements of the werewolves have troubled me for some time."

Nodding, Frankenstein turned and together with Gejutel and the Lord, they moved toward the distant lands, where they could see the signs of a battle between powers. Indeed, it was brutal. Half a mountain was battered it, as if some massive fist had pock-marked on the surface of the earth.

Nearby, carrion birds were delighting themselves with a field of the dead. Frankenstein had seen it many times, and did not flinch, but Gejutel put a handkerchief to his nose as if highly offended by the stench. The Lord was looking at it all, with a sad expression. "These humans were killed by someone with much power. They were utterly unable to defend themselves…"

"It is normally like that." Frankenstein replied, walking into the quagmire. Dark Spear sucked up the blood, so that none at all ended up on his feet or clothes. At least, not yet. "However, this does not look like a Noble's handy work. These are four clawed slashes. So, a Werewolf after all, and a very powerful one…or more than one. Wolves do hunt in packs, I should say."

The Lord nodded. "I sense that Cadis Etrama Di Raizel was here. There is some lingering sense of him. If he saw this, it would have upset him, I am sure."

Frankenstein clenched his hands. "If only he would answer me…" He shut his eyes, feeling that they had nothing to go by. He had not earned his Master's trust, in that case, and he could only assume that it was due to his incompetence, that The Noblesse had shut him out.

A soft noise drew his attention, and he turned to pounce on a nearby form. Catching a human, Frankenstein squatted down to be on an eye level with the half grown male. "Calm down. We will not harm you arbitrarily. Who are you and what are you doing here?"

He huddled up, his back to a tree, looking at them. "My Lord…" He said, assuming them to be human lords of great wealth, given how they were dressed. "…Eves. I'm Eves. I don't got a family name."

"Child, do you know what happened here?" The Lord asked, drawing his hood down so that the human could see that at least he had a head. "It is all right for you to tell me everything."

He blushed a little, but then he looked to the side. "The army was coming and lots and lots of people were running away. The city away from here, on the other side of the mountains, was all ruined and laid waste. Most died, but few ran away; they said monsters attacked them and pulled down the very walls with their hands. They were big and powerful. Everyone thought that they would surely come to our city, so we gathered all the women and children into caravans and went out into the forests to hide. Yesterday, when the sun had peaked and a little after, there was a loud noise and we all saw a bright light. We had heard that the army was coming, so we sent people to see what had happened; but all the knights were already slain. And there was a grey monster…he was very big, with claws, who was killing them. The other monster did not move though, but just watched, and then they both went away without coming after those who were watching from the trees!"

"'Other monster'?" The Lord asked, softly. "Fair of face, with red eyes like ours?"

"Um, well, I do not know what he looked like. I did not seem them. I only came because I was chosen to see what was happening now." He smiled, being a simple sort and not versed in such matters. "The scouts said that there were two, but not alike, and only the grey one was killing the knights. We would have thanked him, even though he is a monster, because we were able to return to our city!"

Frankenstein frowned, looking over at the destruction. It made no sense, but if the 'grey one' was Muzaka, then the 'other one' was likely Cadis Etrama Di Raizel. But for the Noblesse to just stand there watching while humans were slaughtered, even by a werewolf, made no sense!

Letting the human go, as he was of no further use to them, Frankenstein thought about going to the nearby city…but that was unnecessary. Instead, there were only so many things that a Werewolf Lord and the Noblesse would think about after battling a hundred thousand knights.

"He would want to get clean." Frankenstein said, looking around. "There is a river near here. Let us see what is there."

The Lord nodded, moving with him to the river, where they found a handful of other knights rotting in the shallows. They had been killed not by a werewolf's claws, but by a badly wielded spear. Unphased by the state of the corpses, Frankenstein examined the wounds, trying to reconstruct the battle.

"Whoever killed these men was shorter than they by some inches. They were unused to handling weapons, either. So, a woman or a child." Frankenstein looked up. "But they were lucky and hit vital points when they did strike. The spear that killed them, was likely not a war-weapon, though, but something crafted from deadfall. It left splinters and likely broke…then…" He gestured to the tracks of hooves. "…this person got on a horse and made for the tree line, following the water. At that point, it seems the horse lost momentum and veered around…"

"What does that tell us?" Gejutel asked, frowning at the scene. "Aside from that these humans were dishonourable enough to engage a defenceless person in combat."

"A woman or a child? That's is murder or rape at the least." Frankenstein snapped. "Nobles do not tend to think about rape, no. But it is a common form of amusement on the battle field. Because women and children can be sold for coinage to fund the next war." He frowned at the forest around them. "As for what it tells me, it is likely that after killing these wear foot soldiers, the target of the vanguard tried to flee. And someone else…on another horse…targeted them. More than like with a spear or arrow...no, definitely an arrow. A spear could have been heavy enough to rend a child in two." He looked around again, then sniffed. "So that battle ended with the woman or child's death, in that case. We can surmise that this was witnessed by Muzaka and my Master, and then, for some reason, Muzaka attacked the army…" He looked toward the battlefield only a little distance from them. "…but why Master did not interfere, and why Muzaka would react that way, I cannot imagine."

Gejutel nodded. "Indeed, it is very alarming."

The Lord put a hand to his chin, looking around. "But where is that child?" He asked, as if troubled by it. "If the child died, then it should be here. Unless they have taken it away to bury it in some other place. As far as I know, Werewolves create pryers and burn their dead, so that no corpses remain for humans to discover."

"Werewolves have recently been infiltrating human cities." Frankenstein put in. "Just like some nobles for contracts with humans and create those vampires and undead, the werewolves also cause some mischief. In this case, however, they typically only create havoc because of their insane strength and tempers, but occasionally the bed women, too." He put a hand to his chin as well, starting to put the pieces together. "Is it not very probably, in that case, that this woman or child belongs to Muzaka? If his mate was attacked by men right in front of him, he would hardly fail to slaughter every single one of them."

The Lord gapped at him, then looked down. "That would be likely true for myself as well." He said, softly. "Gejutel, do not comment on that. But I am more concerned with Cadis Etrama Di Raizel at this time. It must have come as a great shock for him."