Amelia rolled over in bed, her body groaning under the exhaustion from last night. The state she was in didn't surprise her, since this was the second time she had spent the night with Aizen. It did not mean, she was a fan of the feeling of pure exhaustion that came from it, or that in this situation where she wanted to have the upper hand, she had completely lost it.

In her mind, another feeling persisted. That being all of the downsides were completely worth it, when compared to the unparalleled and otherworldly experience that was sleeping with Aizen. She only really wished she could have maintained the position of power she held when the night started, which he quickly took from her.

Her eyes lazily went to the edge of the bed. Aizen was sitting there, and he was wearing a new suit. His hair was still a mess, and in his hands rested his glasses. His eyes seemed to be focused on them, most likely because he was thinking about something.

"Morning." Amelia mumbled, failing to lift herself back up.

"Morning." Aizen replied, placing his glasses back on.

The spectacled Aizen got back to his feet, and turned to his side to look down at the disheveled Amelia. She was in no condition to go out and do business, and they didn't have the time to let her recover with time. Sitting next to Amelia, Aizen placed his right hand over her. It began to glow with a green colored light, as it moved over her body, filling her with an unfamiliar, but incredibly pleasant and warm sensation.

"What are you doing?" Amelia asked, her eyes following the hand in curiosity.

"Healing you." Aizen replied.

"It's the least you could do." The woman said with a superior sounding chuckle.

"Aizen, when you said you had plans for one of the people that work for Kalvyn… Were you referring to one of his whores?" Amelia asked in a bored sounding tone.

"I do not recall having described them in such a fashion, but yes, it is one of the women that work for him."

"Oh. I meant no offense. Then, why one of them? Surely, there is someone better for whatever you have planned." Amelia pointed out, to which the Shinigami's lips curled slightly.

"She is a warrior, who happened to fall on his bad side. That means she has fighting skills and experience, which I need. She is also in a position anyone would want to get out from, and is craving, even if she seems to do her best to ignore it. Simply put, a new life, and a new life is created through several means, means she lacks, but I can deliver."

"And by providing her with what she needs, you plan on having her fall into your debt, and be of use in the future? Is that it?"

"I won't be placing her, or anyone, in my debt. She will follow me if she sees the gain in it." Aizen said as he finished the healing process.

"Oh? It doesn't change the fact she will be in your debt. And what are these means that you will give her?" Amelia asked, finally succeeding in sitting back up.

"I'm not sure. That's why I told her I would deliver them in one month's time."

"One month!? What are you planning to do with her till then?"

"I was planning on letting her have my room, in the manor."

Amelia raised an eyebrow at this. Did he think he could just take people into her home without consulting her, or her father first? There was also the question of, if this woman would be staying in his room, was he also planning on sleeping in there with her? Amelia really did not like the idea of sharing Aizen, with some unknown woman, who had been used and abused for who knows how long.

"And you were planning on telling me that when?"

"After I got her. But I did not think it would be an issue, since I do not plan on sharing the same room with her, and I doubt she will be an issue when it comes to needs…" Aizen began to answer, but Amelia interrupted him.

"From what I had understood, there is a good possibility she has some lingering mental issues. How will that be easy to deal with?"

"That is why, I want her in a room, alone. With only interactions from the maids, until instructed otherwise. I believe there are no issues with interacting with other women, but I am not certain it will be the same with men."

Amelia stopped herself before she spoke, deciding instead on getting out of bed. She walked towards the curtained window, opening it only slightly so as to keep her naked body hidden. She briefly looked at the outside world, then letting go of the curtain, she began to make her way towards the small bathroom that was part of her room.

Stopping before going inside, she turned back to look at a silent Aizen. Why was he deciding to pick up a woman who could at the end of the day be nothing but useless? Even if she was useful, why would he pick her up? Surely, he could find some other means to do whatever he wanted to do with her.

"Is she to help you? In achieving whatever goals you have for the world." Amelia asked in a serious tone.

"You said that you would be interested in watching things unfold. Why would I spoil such a detail for you? Would it not ruin the story for you?" Aizen remarked.

"Because, depending how interesting it is, I may do more than watching in the future."

Aizen didn't reply right away, and Amelia watched as he seemed to think of a way to answer her. As he did so she saw his right hand move upwards. Had it been any other situation, she would have ignored the action, but he seemed to be motioning to the jewel that rested in his chest, now covered by clothing.

"I will say this: Your view of one needing assistance when bringing about great change is not wrong. I have adopted such a mentality in the past. That is what she is to become, and if she wills it, she is to become the first of my assistants."

Amelia had to be honest, she did not fully understand how the jewel in his chest was connected to the woman that would eventually help him. In her mind she thought the word "serve" would be more correct in this situation. She did not understand, but she wanted to, and not only that, but seeing that he actually had plans of going about and changing the world, wanted her to do more than just watch him do it.

Why shouldn't she want to do more than watch? It isn't every day one could go about doing such things, since the best almost any mere mortal would be able to do, was to think and dream about it. However, Aizen was no mere mortal, and he could possibly possess the power to reshape the world, and he seemed to have his mind set on it.

Why not help him do it? She was bored of how things were, and it was true she didn't think of changing things. Even Amelia admitted that drastic changes to certain aspects of life scared her. Yet, the thought of being able to be among those that were fighting towards such grandiose goals, made her shiver in excitement.

"You're wrong about one thing, Aizen." She pointed out, sounding almost triumphant.

"How so?" He replied with a raised eyebrow.

"She will not be the first of those to aid you in your ambitions."

Having said this, Amelia opened the door to the bathroom. Before going through it, she once again looked at Aizen and spoke.

"And just so you know, I won't settle for anything below being your right hand."

With that the door closed, leaving Aizen alone in the room, with an amused smile on his face.

"Indeed. You would make for a good right hand." He said to himself in a pleased tone.

Not even 10 minutes later, Amelia emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body, nonchalantly walking pass Aizen. She went to pick up her bag before placing it on the bed and opening it.

"Well? Have you considered my offer?" Amelia asked, her attention on the clothing she was removing from the bag.

"I wouldn't mind having you as my right hand. However, even if your experience in this world is very useful, and you seem to know how to handle people, a merchant can only do so much." Aizen pointed out.

"You would be surprised at what a "merchant" is able to do. I'm sure you've thought about how my father was able to appease the Countess. It wasn't just because of the connection we have with her. Not at all. In that moment it was serious business, and she was there in the Count's name. She wouldn't have been pleased unless my father could guarantee the Count's satisfaction. Such an influence comes from many years of experience and status." Amelia said, pausing as she dropped her towel.

"Status?" Aizen asked, to which Amelia smiled eagerly.

"Now you are interested? Indeed, my father holds a special type of status, that also being one of the reasons why he isn't that eager to give me the place at the head of the business. My father is a member of the 'Great Merchants'. Are you familiar with them?"

"No, I am not."

"They control commerce and trade throughout the Kingdom, and are the main movers and shakers of the nation's economy. They are also the ones that secretly fund the Magician's Guild, since they receive not a copper from the country for magical research and development."

As she got dressed, Amelia kept her eyes on Aizen, with his expression shifting slightly when presented with this new information. Her smile widened in satisfaction.

"Just remember to keep this to yourself. Understood?"

"Of course." Aizen replied.

"Then the answer to my, generous, offer?" Amelia asked, finishing putting on her clothing.

"I will gladly accept your, 'generous', assistance as my right hand."

"Then, when are you planning on dealing with Kalvyn?" She asked, putting her scattered clothing into the bag.

"In one month's time."

"I see. Very well. Then I can see what can be done about the aftermath of you dealing with him. Since, the plan is to kill him, correct?" Amelia asked, to which Aizen nodded.

Closing her bag and leaving it on top of the bed, Amelia made her way towards the door. After all the business they had come to E-Rantel to take care off would take place in 1 hour. Walking past Aizen, she handed him something, before motioning him to follow and leaving through the door. Looking down at his hand, Aizen found that what she had indeed given him, were her panties from the night before. Letting out a low sigh, he dropped them and followed after their owner.

They went to the restaurant, which at the current time would be serving breakfast. Amelia didn't bother with picking a table going straight for the counter, with Aizen doing exactly the same.

"You've read the files on what we are going to be doing?" She softly asked.

"I did."

"Good. We'll be going in together, the 3 of us. You will be acting as my assistant for this one. There's no need to say much, unless the situation calls for it."

"Very well."

"What will you be having today?" A female waiter asked, approaching them.

"We will both be having toast, I want a strong coffee, and he will have an equally strong tea." Amelia replied.

"Very well." With that the waiter left to take care of their orders.

"Tea?" Aizen asked.

"I was told that was what you asked Eva for while you were in the library. And it's not like you can say anything against it. After all, I'm the one with the money."

To this Aizen placed a small bag on top of the table. The sound it made as he dropped it, had Amelia's attention immediately fell on it. Her eyes going back to the Shinigami, before going back to the bag which she grabbed. Slightly opening it, she looked inside, letting out a amused chuckle. She closed it handing it back to Aizen.

"Where did you get that?"

"They were given to me, by the people that generously aided me yesterday."

"That's a mild way to put it."

Breakfast was delivered to them, and they proceeded to enjoy it. While they were doing so Amelia spoke up again.

"Did you keep what I gave you?" Amelia asked with a smirk.

"No."

"Shame."

Once they were done, they made their way to the entrance of the inn where Igeor was already waiting. After exchanging greetings they began to make their way to the site where the deal was to be made.

Arriving at a two-story building, Amelia then knocked at the door, and shortly after someone came to meet them. He was an older looking man, in formal clothing.

"Miss Aigner?" He cordially asked.

"Yes."

"Please, come on."

Opening the door the old butler took a small bow to greet the newly arrived guests. Making a motion to indicate them to follow, he led them through the first floor. They stopped in front of a wooden door, and the butler knocked, before announcing their presence.

"Miss Aigner is here, sir."

The door opened, leading them to an office where behind the large desk was the man they had come to do business with. He looked like he was in his 40s, bald, with light brown eyes, and wearing clothing associated with the Baharuth Empire. His name was Jull Jullien. The rest of the men in the room, who seemed to be guards wore much simpler looking clothing.

"Please, take a seat." He offered.

"Thank you." Amelia said, as they took their seats.

Aizen's eyes went straight to what rested to their right. Standing on top of a large wooden block, with wheels under it, and under a glass pane, was the item they had come to retrieve: the Golden Dragon. It looked like the depiction of a Chinese Dragon, so much so it reminded Aizen of many he had seen in his world.

The statue was made out of solid gold, and had a healing effect over those who were exposed to it. Said effect was said to be slow, that being why it would normally be placed on a shrine where it would be available to several people. It was effective when it came to healing minor wounds and diseases, but missing limbs or things similar to it were beyond its power.

"I've got to say I was surprised when I was told I would be doing business with a woman." The man casually laughed.

"Is there an issue with that, Mr. Jullien?" Amelia asked with an unmoved expression.

"No, not at all."

"Very well. Shall we get started?" The serious business woman asked.

"Of course. As you can see the statue is over there. How much will the Cranes be able to pay for it?"

The Cranes were the family which Amelia was now representing. They were a rather small and simple family of nobles, that indeed had money and power, but rarely got involved in power struggles. The reason they wanted the statue was because the only reason they were well known was because of their skill at organizing all kinds of events, and currently something like the Golden Dragon would be very useful.

Amelia shifted in her seat, her eyes going to the statue. He was far too eager to get things done. Was this is first time doing this kind of business?

"We can discuss payment later. If you don't mind, I would like to take a look at the item before making any decisions."

"Surely there is no need for such things. After all, we are both businessmen here, and we both have reputations to keep. Why would I risk my own by presenting you with something that was not authentic?" Jull pointed out, keeping his calm and professional look.

"Who said anything about it not being authentic? I simply wish to examine it up close. The one I represent, as you know, wants the statue for artistic purposes. I have to make sure it is in good shape to be displayed. And if there are some minor issues, I can work around them, so both sides will be pleased." Amelia argued back in a professional manner.

"Hm. Fair enough, please do examine it." The man said, with a chuckle.

"Remove the pane." He ordered his men.

"Igeor, with me." Amelia instructed, as she then got up from her seat.

The duo made their way to the now exposed statue. Amelia looked around it, searching for signs of any major damage. The statue itself had some minimal flaws, caused by the passage of time, which wasn't an issue since this type of damage was to be expected. If anything, she was surprised by how new it seemed to be. Especially with how old the item was supposed to be.

"How does it compare to the one you saw?" She asked, her attention still on the statue.

"It does look newer, but that tells us little."

Amelia nodded, before tapping on several different points of the statue, her sharp ears perceiving every little sound that came from it. She had been told the statue was made out of solid gold, yet her experienced senses told her otherwise.

"What do you think?" Amelia asked.

"I sense some form of enhancement, but that's the best I can do." Igeor replied.

"Aizen, come here." Amelia instructed.

Doing as he was told Aizen, somewhat clumsily got up from his chair, joining the duo near the statue. Amelia didn't need to tell him what to do. Her expression was enough as he proceeded to repeat all of the things she had done while examining the statue herself, in order to make his very own conclusions. He then glanced at her with a smirk, to which she smiled back before turning around.

"We're ready to start negotiations now. How much are you willing to receive for it?" Amelia asked, taking her seat once more.

As she made her way from the statue to her seat, her eyes had been on Jull the entire time, carefully reading the man. His expression changed ever so slightly. He seemed to be sweating slightly, and his face had also gained a certain shade of red. They were all small changes but curious nontheless. There had also been his reaction to when she had asked to see the statue up close. Even if he tried to hide it, she was pretty much certain he did not want her to do so.

"I believe 50 gold coins, would be the correct price." Jull replied.

"Indeed, that is the correct price." Amelia pointed out, looking at Igeor for approval, which was given via a nod.

"However, this is not the right situation for it, now is it?"

Amelia's eyes went right to Jull's hands, as he corrected the sleeve on his right arm, his mind coming up with the necessary response.

"I do not understand what you mean."

"That statue is a fake." Amelia said, in a deadpan tone.

The tension in the room immediately became palpable, both in the guards and their master, who had now become even redder, which just gave Amelia reason in what she had said.

"T-That is nonsense. You dare come here and throw such accusations at me!?" Jull growled.

"These are no mere accusations. It is true that I cannot determine what enchantment is affecting it. However, I am certain that it is hollow, which is strange since anyone who is familiar with these statues, knows that they are made out of solid gold. And it also looks too perfect to be something with the age a Golden Dragon is supposed to have."

"You…" Jull went to speak, however Amelia lifted her hand to silence him.

"As you said before, we both have reputations to keep, so that is why I want to know what kind of enchantment was placed on that statue."

Jull tensed up even more, his left eye twitching in a sign of held back anger. The woman before him was completely composed, her face too blank for him too properly read. What a disaster, to come to this place and have a woman treat someone like him like a simple thug. For a moment he considered ordering his guards to do something, but that would just complicate matters. Any other option was restricted by the fact she knew it was a fake and nothing could stop her from telling others, ruining him in the process.

"V-Very well. It offers a pleasant sensation to whoever lays their eyes on it."

"Then, why didn't we feel those effects?" She asked incredulously.

"I-It takes some time to take effect. I have no reason to lie about this now!" Jull pointed out.

"We'll take it for 5 gold coins." Amelia announced.

"W-Wait. Surely it's worth more. After all it is made out of gold and the enchantment…" The man tried to argue back, but Amelia was not listening.

"It is the fact that it is made out of gold, and has that enhancement. That makes me thing it is a good price. If not for those aspects, it would be worth very little, since it would just be a meaningless imitation of the real thing that anyone could buy at the right store."

"V-Very well. You can take it for 5." He said dejectedly.

"You've made a good decision, and I'm sure you will not regret it. As I believe it as already been arranged, tomorrow morning we will return to take the statue with us."

Getting back to her feet, Amelia gave the men a small nod, before turning around and walking away, leaving Jull to deal with the mess he had brought upon himself.

"That was a waste of time." Amelia sighed, as soon as they left the house.

"Surely 5 gold coins, is better than nothing." Igeor remarked.

"They don't even feel well-earned. Not when I have to deal with such simple idiots." She growled back.

"Oh, I didn't even ask. Aizen, did you have anything you wanted to add?" Amelia asked.

"No. Not at all." Aizen replied, fixing his glasses.

"Then, we're done here. Igeor we'll see you tomorrow when we return here to get the statue."

"Actually, I would like to go see more of the city with him." Aizen said in a friendly manner.

"Alright, just come back in time for dinner."

Aizen and Igeor went on a long walk through E-Rantel, stopping at several places along the way. Among them Lizzie Bareare's establishment where Igeor went to acquire some potions, all the while Aizen methodically examined everything around him.

A large commotion then caught their attention. It was coming from the Adventurer's Guild, that was some distance away, where a large crowd of people had gathered. Driven by his curiosity, Aizen made his way through the crowd and into the building, while Igeor failed to do so and decided to wait outside.

Inside of the building, the group seemed to be focused on a particular table. Politely making his way through the crowd, the Shinigami finally discovered what the source of the commotion was, and at first it disappointed him. It was an old man, whom wore a worn-down light blue, almost white robe, with a rope wrapped around his waist to serve as belt. On his feet were sandals, with his long walking stick resting on the floor.

His gray hair was short, his matching beard was long and messy, and his eyes were dark brown. From his exposed arms and shape of the robe Aizen could tell that the man was thin yet surprisingly well built for his age. The man seemed to completely ignore the crowd, focusing more on the large water filled mug and the stew that was his current meal.

"I can't believe it! I'm actually meeting Rylen Tsezgerra in person." A young adventurer said.

Looking around, the Shinigami searched for someone who might be able to tell him who the elder was. After scanning the area, his eyes picked up on someone who seemed to be among the more composed in the commotion, so he decided to ask him.

"E-Excuse me, do you know who that man is?" Aizen cordially asked.

"I see you are no adventurer. Just a curious soul, I take it?" The man asked raising an eyebrow at him, to which Aizen simply chuckled.

"This man is Rylen Tsezgerra, a warrior who could be held among the greatest warriors to have ever lived, if he so wished. However, he cares little for such things and now he wanders the land, seemingly aimlessly, letting his name fall out of use. That is for everyone, who is not a learnt adventurer or warrior."

Suddenly, Aizen found himself being pushed by the crowd. Managing to look back he saw 3 men forcing their way through the mass of people, pushing everyone who did not step aside. They stopped next to the table, and their leader took a seat in front of Rylen, his fists hitting the top of the table with great force.

"I see you have not changed, Logan." Rylen remarked, with a coarse voice.

"I'm surprised you have yet to drop dead, Rylen." Logan growled in response.

The tension in the air became obvious, even to the strongest adventurer's present. All the hostility and power was coming from Logan, who seemed to be hold nothing but loathing and contempt towards the venerable elder. Rylen simply looked up from his meal, so his tired eyes fell on the unwelcomed company he had been "blessed" with.

"Indeed, you have not changed. You still let your pride make the better of you." The elder cooly remarked.

"I have grown stronger old man. Far stronger than I would have ever gotten training under you."

"And yet this happens every time we cross paths. You still feel the need to gloat to your master. You are very much the same even after almost 20 years."

Logan gritted his teeth, his fists clenching as he held himself back from hitting his former master. Rylen kept his calm look, seemingly too tired and old to deal with this younger man's anger towards him.

"Tell me, Logan. Have you managed to master my technique?" Rylen asked, a mocking smile forming on his face.

"O-Only its first form." Logan reluctantly admitted.

"Progress from the last time we met. That's good. I will tell you, what I told you back then. If you wish to progress you must devote more time to your training, and less to the men you decide to serve for money."

"Don't make me laugh, old man! The fact that I work for money, is what will save me from ending up like you! In the past a great warrior, and now reduced to a homeless nobody, remembered only by this pathetic lot, who are too ignorant to see that you are no longer relevant." Logan roared back.

"You speak the truth. I am long pass the point where I could be considered relevant, and this body of mine is pass his prime. I do not ask for them to acknowledge me, but if they want to do so, they are free to. If they ask for my aid, I will gladly give it. After all I am still a teacher. And, as I said in your first lesson, you are more then capable enough to surpass me. You fail to do so, simply because of your own limitations." Rylen said.

"How dare you speak to the Boss like that, old man!?" Kevel growled, pushing away Rylen's food.

"Ah.~ An eager one I see." Rylen calmly remarked, looking up at the tall warrior.

"That's enough, Kevel!" Logan commanded.

"B-But…" Kevel tried to argue back, but his superior wasn't having none of it.

"Enough! We're leaving."

Logan got up from his chair, with his gaze still fixed on Rylen. His fists relaxed, and the air around him once more became bearable for others to be around. Letting a cocky smile come over his lips, he spoke.

"Try not to die soon, Rylen. That pleasure will be mine for the taking."

"I'll be waiting, Logan."

Aizen's lips curled into a slight smile, as he had just found out what Kalvyn's 3 main bodyguards looked like. Truly, this world was making things easy for him. His attention also went to Rylen. There was something more to the tired and calm looking old man, something strangely familiar, the feeling one emanates when age is not a big a barrier as it should be.

The rest of the day went on smoothly, so when the time came, Aizen switched to the most presentable of his suits and went to join Amelia for dinner.

"That was such a disappointment." Amelia sighed, obviously still annoyed by the situation from earlier in the day.

"You're still upset over that?" Aizen asked, leaning back on his seat.

"I'm not upset. Just disappointed. It wasn't even that good of a fake. He was either an idiot or had he himself just been dealing with idiots so far."

"Ugh... Moving on. What's the plan for tonight?" Amelia asked as she composed herself.

"I finish dinner, go to the carriage that will be waiting for me, go into the building, get into contact with her, then teleport of out there, without being noticed."

"You have a carriage waiting for you?"

"Yes. It also assisted me yesterday, and I've arranged for the same thing to happen today."

"And the teleportation?"

"Kidō based."

"Do you need anything from me?" Amelia asked.

"Not in this situation. I will be teleporting her to my room here at the inn."

"Just make sure she doesn't get caught. It would just mean trouble for me, unless you think damaging my public image is worth it." Amelia remarked with a slight scowl.

"Do not worry. Your public image is far too valuable for me to put at risk."

Amelia gave the Shinigami a pleased smile. So now her public image was valuable? That already told her something about what he had in mind for her to do. Since she was, out of the both of them, the only one with some kind of pull in this world, her image would have to be maintained, and even heightened, so in the future it could be of use for him.

"I do hope, you know what you are doing." Amelia said.

Dinner came and went, now the time had come to go acquire Juno Ulmeyda. Making his way out of E-Rantel, Aizen made his way through the forest until he arrived at a spot where a carriage was waiting. Said carriage had the same driver as the night before, whom Aizen had influenced into complying.

Just like the night before the driver left Aizen in front of the building. The two guards were the same as before, but the woman was different. She had long black hair, light green eyes, and pale skin. Her outfit carefully outlined her features, and freely exposed her less then moderate bust.

As Aizen emerged from the carriage, he could feel the woman's eyes on him. She bit down on her lip, carefully examining him, and she seemed to be biting with some considerable force, as some blood had been drawn.

"Good evening." Aizen greeted.

"Good evening, sir. Do you know the password?" She asked, still taking her time to examine him.

"Asmodeus." Aizen replied.

Almost immediately, the woman's face went red, her legs almost seemed to give way, as her tongue teasingly licked the blood that came from her, the woman's eyes began to transmit pure lust, coupled with something else.

"I-I know, master, told me to behave. B-But, would you like to be my master, tonight?" She asked excitedly.

"I already have a reservation. I'm afraid it will have to wait for another time." Aizen replied, with a charming smile.

"Y-Yes. P-Please consider. Y-You'll be able to make me feel all kinds of pain, just for you own pleasure."

"May I go in?" Aizen asked, wanting to change the topic of the conversation.

"O-Of course!"

"Thank you."

Going through the main doors, Aizen quickly made his way through the first area of the building. The same thing happened in the second chamber, and soon enough he went past the final curtain and was once more face to face with the guard.

"Just in time." The guard remarked.

"Is the girl ready?" Aizen asked.

"She is. Follow me."

The man led the Shinigami to a different room than the previous night, which validated Aizen's plan, since he had also considered just teleporting in and out of the room in order to get Juno.

Having the door opened for him, Aizen vanished into the room. Just like the night before, Juno was sitting on the bed. This time she was wearing more normal looking clothing, and her eyes seemed to have more life to them.

"Good evening." Aizen said.

"G-Good evening." Juno replied in a nervous tone.

"I have come to get the answer to my proposition."

"Y-Yes. Please take me with you!" Juno quickly announced.

"Then, you understand everything that I've told you?" The Shinigami asked, getting a nod in reply.

Aizen motioned Juno to approach, which she did, albeit somewhat reluctantly looking. When she was close enough Aizen signaled her to stop. He simply didn't wish to have to put unnecessary power into what he was about to do.

"Calm yourself, Juno. What you are about to witness, is something that from where I come from, would give one a life sentence. Not many have a chance to witness it."

Aizen then clasped his palms together in a vertical position, and then pulled them apart agin. A green light began to emanate from him, and it quickly intensified prompting Juno to shield her eyes. However, Aizen's words resonated in her mind, and those words seemed to move her arms out of the way, so she could witness as the room ultimately was swallowed in light, before they vanished.

Kūkanten'I had worked perfectly, and when Juno's senses recovered from the flash, she found herself in another place entirely. It was a room of similar size, but lacking in the several tools used for pleasure and pain, bowls with pills and the velvet padding. The room also had a window, from where the moonlight entered. Just the sight of it was enough to make her gasp. It felt like an eternity since she had last seen it.

"Do not get close to the window. It could become troublesome for all of us." A female voice said.

Juno's eyes went to the bed, where on it sat another woman. She was Amelia, who had decided to wait for Aizen's return in his room. Unsure if she should do as the strange woman instructed, Juno's eyes went to Aizen.

"Do as she said."

"Y-Yes, m-master." Juno mumbled.

"There is no need to refer to me as master. A person who owns you and controls your every action, no longer exists. If you wish, refer to me as Aizen-sama." The Shinigami pointed out.

"A-As you wish, Aizen-sama."

"This is Amelia Bedelia Aigner." He said, introducing the woman on the bed

"You can call me Amelia."

"I am Juno Ulmeyda."

"Make yourself at home, Juno. Until we leave tomorrow morning this room will be yours. Amelia and I, will leave you to accommodate to it."

"T-Thank you!" Juno said with a deep bow, trying desperately to hold back the tears.

"There is nothing to thank me for. For now, rest. I will return shortly with something for you to eat."

With that Aizen left, with Amelia following after him. Closing the door he made sure to use the key to lock it, just to make sure no one tried to get in. As they began to walk away from the room, Amelia spoke up.

"You didn't tell me she was missing a hand, and is malnourished." She remarked with a raised eyebrow.

"I didn't think that would be relevant."

"Still, I would have liked to know. She may need special care."

"And she will get it. She will get everything she needs to get back what she lost, if not go beyond it."

"..."