A/N:Hello, everyone! Happy New Year! I hope this year will be good to us all!

I apologize for the wait, and thank you all for your patience. I have some drabbles/side stories for L'amour that I post on my tumbr so please check those out as well!

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Please enjoy this chapter! I welcome all new and returning readers!

Chapter Warnings: Cursing, Hellsing typical violence

It was like clockwork.

Everyday, just as the beginnings of twilight swept over the town, a young woman appeared in front of the boutique to marvel at a pair of pink-bowed heels in the window display.

Since the shopkeeper placed them there, she never failed to stop by. Wearing the same blue duster coat and yellow scarf, she would lean forward and smile at the shoes as her green eyes sparkled in childlike delight. And sometimes, when she thought no one was watching, she would adjust her reflection in the window until it seemed like she was wearing them. The young woman would then laugh before carrying on her way, her cheeks tingled pink.

One would think, if she coveted them so, why not buy them already?

Were they too expensive?

Did she not believe she deserved them and could only long from afar?

Regardless, the young woman never entered the store and carried on her with her daily ritual until the day finally came when the shoes were gone, replaced with a sign that said "SOLD"

A somber smile swept over the young woman's face as she stared down at her worn-out boots.

'It was fun while it lasted,' She pondered to herself, trudging along to her bus stop and plopping down on the cold bench. 'I hope whoever bought them will take care of them. Such pretty shoes will take them good places no doubt.'

The young woman suddenly tensed up as she felt eyes on her, and she peered up to find a man standing before her.

His tall stature and icy blue eyes should've unnerved her, yet the young woman didn't feel an ounce of fear and simply stared back at him.

And, as the man knelt before her and lifted the box nestled in his arms—opening the lid as if presenting it to her—the young woman oddly wasn't surprised to see the shoes there.

What did surprise her was when she took the box, the man reached down and untied her boots. And, when her feet were bare to the evening breeze, he took the heels from the box and slipped them on her feet, his touch gentle and soothing like a lover's caress.

'How strange,' The woman mused, watching the man weave the straps into bows. 'This feels….familiar.'

When the man finished, he scrutinized his work for any errors before placing her feet back on the ground and meeting her eyes once more.

"Why?" The young woman breathed out, suddenly feeling the urge to stroke his cheek.

"Because you wanted them." The man replied, his hand aching to brush a stubborn lock of hair behind her ear.

"Who are you?" The young woman finally asked, reaching towards him as he did the same.

Then, just as their fingers almost touched, he opened his mouth and—.

Alucard's eyes shot open as the train cart jerked violently, his body lurching forward before falling back against the seat.

"Wha—Where-?!" He took in the English Channel zipping past them through the window and the luxurious cabin he was situated in before reality dawned on him and he sighed, running a hand down his face.

"Oh!" The cabin door slid open and Pushpa slipped inside, clutching her bag to her chest. "You are awake. I heard one of the porters say the track is uneven around this part, probably due to erosion from the channel." She took her seat across from him and pulled out the snacks she'd gotten from the dining cart. "I shouldn't be surprised they prepared all my favorites but—Alucard, you're crying! Are you alright?"

Alucard touched his cheek and found blood on his fingertips.

"I'm fine," He rubbed his face, his voice withered and airy like a torn curtain. "It's just a dream….nothing more."

"A dream about what? If you don't mind me asking."

Alucard paused, trying to recall what he'd dreamt about yet could only draw a blank.

It was as if the moment he'd opened his eyes, the dream dissolved into dust and was swept away, leaving him with a feeling of misplaced longing.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." He crossed his arms and stared out the window, effectively ending further discussion.

"But I -!…I understand." Pushpa lowered her eyes, taking a bite out of the biscuit in her hand.

Introducing Fay to her parents and informing them of her decision to study under her went as she expected with tearful pleas to reconsider and venomous threats to Fay to "stay the hell away from my baby".

Fay, however, ignored them and simply handed Pushpa a folded piece of parchment paper.

"Should this be the path you truly wish to pursue, place a drop of your blood in the center and hold this paper over candlelight—a map will be revealed. Follow it and you will find my home." Fay instructed, eyes scanning over her before peering over at Alucard who was silently observing from the sidelines. "There is no going back from this, Little Princess, I hope you know what you are getting into."

Then she disappeared into the night, leaving Pushpa to spend the next few months convincing her mothers that she indeed knew what she was doing and this was the path she had chosen.

It was only after graduation that they realized Pushpa, who had never defied anyone, wasn't going to budge.

So, with heavy hearts, Manali and Elizabeth accepted her wishes.

After doing as Fay instructed, Pushpa discovered that her journey would take her to Amiens, France and preparations were made for her departure.

As the daughter of the Queen, Pushpa was given her own cabin on the Royal Express and had staff in every corridor at her disposal.

Elizabeth had offered to send her best guards to accompany her, but Pushpa just peeked over at Alucard who scoffed and muttered a coarse, "Keep me out of this".

Pushpa recalled the confession he'd made in the garden, yet a part of her hoped to have Alucard at her side—both to prove her resolve to him and to remove him from the country he'd been imprisoned in.

So, when he boarded the train with her, Pushpa couldn't hide her grin and thanked him for believing in her. But, he cut her off and repeated what he'd said in the gardens: "I was ordered to accompany someone once, and she is dead because of me. I refuse to make the same mistake, but….this is your mother's will so…..what can I do but obey?"

"….You won't regret this." She whispered, feeling so small as she stood next to him. "I'll prove it you. My choice isn't a mistake. I swear, I will bring justice to you and Olivia. All I ask is for your patience."

Alucard spared her a momentary glance before trudging off as Manali pulled her daughter in for one last goodbye.

"There is still time, sweetheart." She whimpered, her tears soaking into Pushpa's hair. "We can go back home now, you can go to the art school you wanted, you can live a peaceful life like you're supposed to—!"

"Please, Mummy, have faith in me." Pushpa kissed her mother's cheek before stepping onto the train. "I will be back soon. You have been strong for me all my life, now it's my turn."

"You don't need to prove anything….you have been the strongest person I've known since you were born," Manali wept, feebly reaching out for her daughter as Pushpa stepped further out of reach. "You….You can always come back home….you know that right? Just say the word and I will move the Earth to bring you back."

"I know," Pushpa nodded, her resolve quivering but she held firm. "I will write soon, Mummy." She then directed her sights to Elizabeth, who had retreated back to give them privacy.

While her eyes were also lined red, they were filled with apprehension for only Elizabeth knew of Pushpa's true plan to take down Hellsing from within.

"Are you mad?" Elizabeth nearly snapped her pen in half as Pushpa stood before her, quivering yet her gaze never faltered.

"I know it is hard to understand, but please, don't let Arthur Hellsing marry until I return."

And, perhaps a bit mad herself, Elizabeth had suppressed any further objections as she allowed the young woman she'd known since infancy disappear from sight as the express rolled out of the station.

"Our flower will be alright," Elizabeth held Manali close as her sobs filled the air. "She has her Mummy's courage and strength, after all."

As for the 'flower' on the train, she simply knelt in the corridor and wept as she left her family for the first time, wondering if she really knew what she was getting into.

What if this was all fool's errand?

What if she failed?

What did she truly hope to accomplish as a pampered girl who never touched a weapon?

But, there was no turning back now, so Pushpa made her way to the cabin, only to find Alucard fast asleep there.

Figuring he needed his rest, Pushpa went to get some snacks and now here they were, halfway across the English Channel.

Fidgeting in the silence, Pushpa took out her sketchbook and went to work, drawing everything that came to mind.

The ocean outside

The flowers in the palace gardens

Her Mummy

Elizabeth

Anderson, even.

Pushpa thought Alucard had fallen back asleep, but as she flipped to a new page, he suddenly spoke up.

"You're wrong."

She jerked at that, eyes darting up to find Alucard's half-lidded ones.

"I…I'm wrong? About what?"

"Her eyes, her smile, everything is wrong." He critiqued, leaning over and flipping the page back to the portrait of Olivia. "Her lips are stiff, her eyes are pinched up, you made her look like she is on the verge of tears."

Pushpa bit her lip, each critique like a knife to her heart.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, I was just," She gulped, pulling the sketchbook away and clutching it to her chest. "I was just drawing her from memory..."

Alucard was silent at that before covering his face as he retreated back.

"Forgive me, I shouldn't have said anything. Your drawing is fine, ignore me." He dragged his hand down and turned back to the window. "I was wrong, you are spot on. I was foolishly remembering her as she once was….as she should've been."

Pushpa bit her lip again before flipping to a clean page.

"Then….what did she look like?" Her pencil hovered over the paper. "How is she supposed to look?"

But Alucard didn't reply, instead closing his eyes and ignoring her.

The rest of the train ride carried on in silence, both lost in their thoughts that shared the same focal point.

"They should've reached France by now." Manali paced around the drawing room in the East Wing. "Why would Pushpa do this? She is quiet child who likes drawing in solitude. Why on Earth would she want to study under some vampire? Fuck, this is all my fault! I never should've brought her with me to the manor that day! If she never met Olivia, then she wouldn't have this inane reason to be some avenger and—!"

"Pushpa is grown now, yes still young but old enough to know her own agency." Elizabeth piped up from her place on the loveseat. "As we can do is trust in her." She lifted her teacup to her lips. 'Even if her goal is utter lunacy.'

"…Alucard came to me last night." Manali paused in front of the window, arms wrapped around herself. "I was filing some papers away in the library when he emerged from the ground. And I…" She rubbed her temples. "I told him if Pushpa truly went through with this, that he was to protect her and bring her home safely to us. And he confessed to me that Hellsing ordered him to do the same thing for Olivia when she was around Pushpa's age. Then, he knelt down and begged me not to let the past repeat itself—to uphold my order for him to keep his distance from her, to stop Pushpa from pursuing this mission of hers. But, I just placed my hand on his head," She mimicked the action with a far off expression, "And I told him this was not an order, but a plea from a mother. And I was not asking him because he is a vampire, but because he is the husband of the woman I respected the most."

"You said that?"

"I also said this wouldn't be a repeat of the past because if he dare lay a hand on my daughter with intent, he would know what true pain was." Manali gave a weak chuckle, recalling the stunned expression Alucard had given her. "Besides, Olivia was the one she fancied, not him."

"Alucard will protect her. Now," Elizabeth leaned over and picked up the files on the table. "Let's get to work. We have a meeting to attend and matters of the country to attend to. After all, we need to show our daughter how strong and capable her mothers are too."

A black Rolls Royce awaited them outside the train station, the motor running yet there was no driver.

"Wha—?"

"Just get into the car." Alucard opened the door for her as the porters loaded their luggage into the trunk before returning to the train. "This is Fay's doing, her way of ensuring her location remains a secret to outsiders."

"I see…." Pushpa sat down, eyeing his coffin with worry. "Um, will that be able to fit in the car?"

Alucard heaved a heavy sigh, his head falling back, before he snapped his fingers and the coffin morphed into a familiar chow chow puppy.

"There, problem solved."

Pushpa couldn't help the coo that left her lips as she fought the urge to make grabby hands at the puppy who nuzzled their master's leg.

"I'm….surprised you would pick such a form." She noted as he slid in beside her and shut the door, the car immediately pulling away from the curb and driving off.

"It wasn't my idea." He deposited Mr. Coffin on her lap and shut his eyes. "Wake me when we get there."

The unsaid 'It was Olivia's' lingered in the air and Pushpa distracted herself with petting Mr. Coffin as she tried to imagine the somber woman she knew and the happier version Alucard knew as one.

'I hope you will tell me about your Olivia someday. I would love to know her too.'

"Well, Sir Hellsing, you look rather—."

"You look like shit" Manali interjected, posture poise and proper.

Elizabeth suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, but she couldn't disagree.

The effects of whatever poisoned him as well as his treatments had taken a toll on his body and the once lively 38 year old appeared on the verge of turning 50.

"I am adequate, Your Majesties. May I ask why I was summoned here today? And ordered to bring Ms. Smith as well?"

"Well, I simply wish to express my gratitude for her work here. I understand she will be returning to the States this evening and wanted to see her before her departure."

"You are very gracious, Your Majesty." Acelie bowed, earning a side eye from Arthur.

"As for you, Sir Hellsing, I wanted to discuss your organization's future. I understand you have begun preparations? What are these preparations exactly?"

"I have begun searching for a proper candidate for Lady Hellsing. And," He averted his eyes as if embarrassed. "Under the advice of Dr. Trevilian, I have put aside some…'samples'…in the event that an…alternate conception is necessary."

"Sir Hellsing, there is nothing to be bashful about. Artificial insemination is a perfectly sound medical procedure. England's own Mary Barton founded one of the first fertility clinics in the 1930s after all. I commend Dr. Trevilian for taking action, however, I will be the one who chooses the future Lady Hellsing."

"Wh—What?"

"I will allow you to continue running the organization as its director. However, determining Hellsing's future will be under my jurisdiction. Whether or not there even will be a Lady Hellsing or a biological heir is my decision."

"What do you mean 'whether or not'?"

"The Queen Consort and I have been discussing the possibility of making Hellsing a state run agency. Hereditary leadership is best left in the past."

Elizabeth may not have outright objected to Pushpa's request, but she had no intentions of marrying her daughter off to Hellsing. No, she would find another way to help Pushpa get revenge, one that didn't involve sacrificing her future.

"But—I-I-I!" Arthur stuttered as the two queens beheld him in frigid silence.

"You should be grateful we are not stripping you of your title." Manali sneered. "If it was up to me alone, Hellsing would be out of your control permanently, but Her Majesty has decided to give you a second chance. Don't bite the hand that feeds you."

Knowing he was at a loss, Arthur bit his tongue and bowed in compliance.

"As you wish, Your Majesties."

"Very good. You may leave now."

Arthur bowed once more and exited the room with Walter, who had been standing guard at the throne room entrance, close behind.

He donned a monocle now and his hair was almost long enough to be tied back, yet he still portrayed the part of a cold and prim butler.

'What a wretched person,' Manali shook her head. 'He will get his comeuppance someday, all of them will.'

"Is there something you need, Ms. Smith?" Elizabeth spoke up, spying the young woman still lingering.

"I heard you adopted another royal pet. I am an animal lover myself and was hoping to see them."

"Pardon? What are—?" Clarity washed over her as she took in the look Acelie was giving her and realized the true message in her inquiry.

["I know Alucard is with you. Is he okay? Can I see him?"]

"Ah, yes, you know of my soft spot for cute animals. However, it is not an appropriate time. The little thing is resting with the others."

["He is safe, that is all I will tell you."]

"Ah, I see. Well, thank you both for everything. I hope if we ever met again, it will be under better circumstances." Acelie curtsied and made her exit. "And I wish your pets good health too."

Once she was gone, Manali nudged Elizabeth and gave her a perplexed expression.

"What was that about?"

"Just some friendly chatter between two animal lovers, darling." Elizabeth smiled, taking her hand between hers and kissing her knuckles. "How about a stroll with the puppies? We could use some fresh air."

It was as if the world had come to a standstill.

The roaring wind dissipated.

The clash of swords and piercing war cries vanished.

Even the crickets, who never stopped their symphony, had become silent.

Then, it was broken as the fragmented wooden gate opened and someone crept out to stand on top of the grand stairway to the castle—a young woman dressed in white with chains around her ankles.

She took in the carnage before her with a vacant stare, the gruesome sight of eviscerated corpses rousing not even a gasp from her.

Instead, she just closed her eyes and silently exhaled before opening them once more and gazing down at the figure kneeling before her.

"Forgive me for my absence," The figure—a man cloaked in silk and drenched in blood—uttered, his husky tone shattering the silence. "I have returned, my love."

"….Are you responsible for this?" The woman—a captive princess of a ravaged kingdom—whispered, spying the Minister of Defense's partly crushed head a few steps down. "Are you responsible for the massacre in the neighboring kingdom as well?"

The man didn't respond, and the princess sighed with a heavy heart.

"I ordered you to run and never look back, didn't I? I accepted my fate to cease all this bloodshed. So why? Why?!" The princess eyed the figure with disdain, tears running down her cheeks. "Why did you come back?"

"Because," The figure replied, never raising his head. "They took you away before I could reach you. The sensation of your soft, warm skin against mine….how I have craved it. In the time we've been apart, I've thought of nothing else….Please," The man offered up his hand, shreds of viscera caked under his jagged nails, "Have mercy on your servant….Allow me to drown in your touch once more…."

"If you had reached me, you would have killed them…..if they had saw you, they would have killed you," The princess wrapped her arms around herself. "I've had enough of this. If you truly loved me, then you would already be worlds away. Did you think I would be pleased by this?!"

"And did you think I would honestly leave you behind? Did you honestly think I would allow you to sacrifice yourself so I could flee like a coward? Is that how little you think of me?" The man retorted evenly, still keeping his head low and his hand held high. "Time and time again, I have slaughtered countless—both innocent and guilty—for you and only for you. Scold me, torture me, do with me as you wish, I am yours. But, I beg of you, don't cast me away. Never order me away from your side." The man's quivering hands grasped the ends of her dress, and he buried his face against the cloth like a parched man before an oasis. "God...Oh God...ambrosia….." He panted, saliva pooling at his lips as he inhaled her scent. "Why would I dare seek paradise elsewhere when she stands before me?"

The princess closed her eyes at the sight.

How strange, she was the one in chains yet she had this monster at her mercy.

"I will set fire to the world if it dared to steal you from me. Your affections, your touch, your very soul—they are mine alone. I will not share you with anyone, not even the Almighty." The man suddenly crawled forward and clung to her dress skirt, trembling like a leaf in the wind. "A simple caress, a slap even—just touch me! I beg you! Please….my Emese….have mercy on your pitiful slave…" He wept, looking more like a child than a monster now. "Prove to me this is real, that I finally have you in my arms again….please…..don't reject me…."

A gasp escaped his lips which quickly morphed into a soft moan as Princess Emese of Hungary cupped his sobbing face between her palms and gingerly wiped his tears away.

"…..With this touch, you will never leave me, will you." She breathed out, the question posed as a statement.

And Count Dracula—the King of Vampires—with his tearful eyes and blood smeared across his face, just purred into her touch with a euphoric sigh.

"Never. Not even death will keep me from you."

"Alucard," Pushpa gently tapped his shoulder, rousing him from his slumber as recollections of his dream eluded him once more. "We are here."

Alucard just gave a noise of affirmation, following her and Mr. Coffin up the path to the house as the 'car' vanished into a flurry of bats.

"Did you….?!" Pushpa pointed to where the 'car' once was with comically huge eyes. "The car just….!"

"Get used to it, your teacher is a vampire, remember?" And as if on cue, the front door opened into darkness and Alucard swept his arm out towards it. "After you."

"A..Ah….um…right." Pushpa took a deep breath, clutching her bag to her chest like a shield, before taking a step over the threshold. "Hello? Um, Duchess Valentine, thank you for the car ride from the station. We are—."

"Dodge."

And that was Pushpa's only warning as something was flung at her, leaving her only a second to shield her face as she awaited certain doom.

Yet it never came, and she peeked through her fingers to find Alucard had caught whatever Fay had launched at her—a newly sharpened ax head.

"If you want to study under me, you'll have to learn to dodge anything that comes your way." Fay flicked on a lamplight and gestured to an array of weapons spread out on the table. "Expect to see these coming your way anytime during your stay here, Little Princess. Now, hurry up and unpack. Your room is up the staircase and on the left."

And with that, she disappeared down a corridor and Pushpa collapsed to the floor in hysterics.

" .DID YOU SEE THAT?! SHE TRIED TO KILL ME! SHE THREW AN AX AT ME! WHY?!WHYWOULDSHEDOTHATIJUSTWANTTOLEARNFROMHERDIDIDOSOMETHINGWRONGWHYDIDSHEDOTHATOHMYGODIALMOSTDIEDSHEWANTSTOKILLEMEOHMYGODOHMYGODOH-!"

"She did ask if you knew what you were getting into," Alucard hoisted her onto her feet and grabbed her discarded bag. "Don't worry. Fay won't hurt you."

"How do you know that?!" Pushpa exclaimed, still beckoning her heart back to Earth.

"Because you are under the King's protection." Alucard then grimaced as if uttering the title was a spoonful of something rancid. "Though I loathe to call myself that now, it is true. Beside, if Fay really wanted to kill you, she would've done so back in London. Now, come. I assume your teacher is ready to get to work."

"Already? But I just got here and—!" Pushpa immediately clammed up with a blush, realizing she sounded like a 'little princess' indeed. "Right. There is work to be done, why wait?"

Her bedroom was one-fourth the size of a bathroom back home, but Pushpa didn't even think to compare. She had a bed and shelter, that was enough.

"Good thing I decided to pack light," She gave a weak chuckle, opening her bag and taking out her clothes. "I don't want to fuel Duchess Valentine's perception of me as some spoiled girl. Well, there is truth to that but I—Alucard? Is everything alright?"

Alucard loomed in the doorway, gaping at the bed with unfocused eyes.

"Alu—?"

"What does the bed smell like?"

"What?"

"Smell the sheets. What do they smell like?"

"Wha—Um, okay?" Pushpa bent over and gave a dainty sniff, wondering if this was another test. "Um, I don't smell anything. Duchess Valentine must've washed them before we arrived."

Alucard's face pinched slightly around the eyes before he shook his head and crossed his arms.

"I shouldn't be surprised. I am just being an idiot."

"Why did you ask me to—?"

"Just unpack already."

Pushpa fiddled with a sweater as a thought occurred to her and she debated whether to vocalize it or not.

"….Was this the bed that Oli—?"

"Enough." Alucard cut her off, fixing her with a stern glare before retreating back down stairs with Mr. Coffin in tow. "You are expected by your teacher, hurry up."

His reaction spoke volumes, and Pushpa took a seat on the bed, fingers tracing over the linen.

A younger Olivia had slept her once, what was she like? Why did she come here? What was she thinking as she laid where Pushpa now sat?

So many questions, but it was uncertain if they would ever be answered.

Heaving a sigh, Pushpa got up and continued unpacking, mentally preparing herself for what was to come.

'Olivia of the past, please grant me a sliver of your strength.'

"Father Renaldo, what brings you here?" Anderson greeted the priest warmly at the orphanage gates. "It is a pleasant surprise to see you visit."

"Well I have come to view the fruits of your labor. When you told His Holy Excellency that you wished to open an orphanage—you, a child yourself—we were all quite perplexed. But, seeing it now, I must commend you for creating a sanctuary for Our Lord's flock. May all these children praise God every day and devote their lives to His service."

"Amen." Anderson agreed, observing how Renaldo's eyes scanned the building. "While I thank you for your praise, I am simply fulfilling my duties as His messenger."

"Hmm," Renaldo nodded, still staring holes into the orphanage as if it would divulge some coveted secret.

"Is that all that brings you here, Father? Do you have further business with me?"

"…..Alexander, you are aware of the Vatican's duties, aren't you not? Namely, Iscariot's duties."

"Yes, Father. I am well aware of our mission on Earth: to pursue and exterminate all things vile and blasphemous."

"That is correct, but what of our other mission in regards to the Vatican itself?"

"I'm afraid I do not follow, Father. I know we must protect His Holy Excellency and our sacred walls."

"That is true, however I am referring to something more precise—rather certain blessed artifacts from Our Lord's time on Earth."

"The Holy Relics? Yes, I know of them. They are guarded in the depths of the Vatican that only His Holy Excellency knows the exact location of." Anderson acknowledged, wondering where this conversation was leading to. "Why do you bring this up, Father? I fear my knowledge of The Holy Relics extends to what I was taught in seminary."

"You are correct, The Pope is the only living soul who knows their location. However, we of the Iscariot Organization must ensure no one else learns of their location and must do all in our power to eradicate those who dare steal such divine relics."

"But of course, Father Renaldo. I will lay down my life if need be. However, forgive me, I still do not understand why you are telling me this."

"Just because you are ordained doesn't mean your studies have ended." Renaldo's glasses caught the sunlight as he turned to face Anderson, his eyes obscured by the glare. "I'm simply reminding you of who you serve and to always remain vigilant. Remember, we are all still human and carrying the weight of sin. So, if anyone—regardless of who—dares to dishonor our holy kingdom, we will wipe them from the Earth and cast them down to Hell. Correct?"

"Of course, Father. That is the only way. If I dared to turn away from God, I would rip my tongue out and slice my chest open, and even that wouldn't be penance enough."

"Good," Renaldo finally smiled, as if satisfied by Anderson's proclamation. "I will leave you to your work now. Peace be with you, Anderson."

"And also with you, Father." Anderson bowed his head, waiting for Renaldo's footsteps to fade away before standing up straight. "And I mean it. If I dared to betray God, not even an eternity of Hell would cleanse my soul. My actions attest to my devotion, even the ones you would find damning. But, worry not, Father," Anderson entered the orphanage to round the kids up for breakfast, his finger tracing the scar on his face. "Everything I have done is to fulfill my calling."

A/N: I plan to wrap up this arc in the next chapter so expect a long one coming up! And remember, I am more active on tumblr and post additional content there so please feel free to stop by!

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