AN: Hi there people. I, Chicaalterego, have some really GOOD NEWS for you all… but I know some people don't read top author notes since they usually are disclaimers, so I will tell you all after the chapter. For the time being, enjoy ^_^

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It was a magnificent night; the full moon's mysterious shine reached uninterrupted to anyone whose eyes traveled upwards into the cloudless sky. The round satellite reigned the sky completely; not even the stars had made an apparition up into the endless black void. Instead, the nocturnal dots of light had moved down to earth and now took the form of colorful neon signs perched on the façade of every other building.

The monopoly of the moon over the sky was shortly interrupted, though, by the presence of a creature with wings like those of the demons and ancient dragons.

The shadow of the creature moved like a river of spiders on the rooftops of the tallest buildings on Seoul. In the monstrous creature's clutches, a somewhat limp, long-haired figure seemed to evoke a princess being kidnapped by a monster. It was like a picture pulled out from a fairy tale…

Forget "the whole continent knows," even across dimensions it's quite well known that monsters kidnapping beautiful females would demand a dashing rescue from a knight in a shining armor… Oddly enough, the knight in this tale was the one being kidnapped… and the rescue party was composed by beings that were not knights at all.

Leaping from roof to roof, the three not-quite knights kept on following the flying demon with the kidnapped, fair male in his clutches.

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'What is that thing?' Frankenstein couldn't help asking himself as he looked over the demonic figure that had kidnapped his master's guest.

So many questions rolled around Frankenstein's mind. He stole a brief glance to his master, wondering if the Noblesse had ever met a creature like the one in front of him. Frankenstein, in his hundreds of years looking into practically every corner of Earth looking for the Noblesse had never seen anything remotely like the demon-like being in front of them.

Questions swarmed into Frankenstein's mind as his blue eyes parted from his master's unreadable expression; then turned ahead in an instant. The blond knew that he couldn't divert his attentions or he might lose the ones he was pursuing.

Despite his effort to focus, Frankenstein briefly wondered on the abilities of the kidnapping demon. The father of all modified humans was pretty confident in his own skill; but still, he dearly hoped he could defeat the enemy before his master felt the need to step in, using the power that fed on his life force.

"It smells like death," M21 suddenly spoke, reminding Frankenstein that the grey-haired man had not joined Tao and Takeo in guarding the kids back home. "What is that creature?" M21 looked at his boss for answers.

Frankenstein was still wondering that. He honestly had no idea, but had a strong suspicion that the magician did.

Hopefully the 'Sun Knight' would not come to harm.

Frankenstein wasn't sure if letting the mage come to harm would cause more casualties. After all, it was anyone's guess what kind of conflict would come from a magician with a status among his peers to be harmed under their protection, given that the culture of mages was a total mystery to him. For all he knew, the ever-smiling man, the "Leader of the Holy Knight Captains" (as he addressed himself upon asking his identity), was some sort of ambassador and his death would arise the rage of the magical community… worst-case scenario, a war would be upon them.

But worry as he might about that scenario, he knew that starting a fight at the moment would undoubtedly result in human causalities, for the battle would, more likely than not, cause a great deal of damage to the buildings in the area…

'Still, it looks like the demon doesn't have any interest in damaging the town.' A voice in the back on his mind told Frankenstein that, if left alone, the monster wouldn't harm any humans.

He couldn't leave the mage to his own devices, though. Even without the chance of going into war —which was rather small, to be honest— his master had wanted the half-noble to be looked after, so Frankenstein would make sure their newest made it back safe as sound.

The weight of his master's will overpowered any other emotion, it was more valuable than the planet itself. It was his duty to see his master's wishes fulfilled, so he would do so no matter what.

Resolutely, Frankenstein leaped from yet another building. Luckily, he wouldn't need to wait much longer to rescue the magician from the arms of the demon—which he faintly suspected was tied to the Union like most of the things happening as of late. A deserted area was up ahead. That area, where tall buildings once stood, now seemed like a lunar crater covered in debris and soiled Earth. That place seemed ideal for a fight without harming innocents.

As the distance between the most appropriate place for a fight got closer, Frankenstein slowly gathered as much dark energy as he could for the move. He would need to make one swift attack to take that… whatever it was, down into the area to secure the place of combat and retrieve the magician.

He informed M21 about his plan and waited for the right moment. Any minute now they would make their move and save the captive mage.

Any minute now.

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'Sun, I will protect you.' Roland swore mentally.

The very "frightening" death knight, Roland, had not realized that his "rescue" would look to any stranger like a monster kidnapping an innocent prey; he also didn't even consider that maybe these people were actually trying to rescue Sun from him, and not trying to kill the representative of the God of Light —who had been clearly un-cuffed and unharmed in the other men's presence.

The reason why Roland's brain seemed unable to understand the most basic of subtleties maybe was because Roland was as 'brilliant' as wet charcoal and dense like the thickest rock wall in the holy temple. Put in less words, Roland was an idiot. The kind who wasn't aware of the way his words tended to create misunderstandings.

In his defense, Roland had been worried sick looking for his blind best friend, making his panic cloud the little common sense he still had… That, and he could hear whispers of something evil coming from the unknown blond who could have passed for a Sun Knight.

The evil whispers weren't something he felt with a magic sight or anything remotely alike; instead, he felt something like a resonance, an echo of the thirst for revenge and grief so much like the ones that turned him into a Death Lord he could almost mistake them as his own.

Roland's less than remarkable, one-track mind didn't even notice his friend's anger. Unaware of his thoughts, Sun was currently wrapped in so much frustration that he was actually considering taking Roland's rotten brain —along with the rest of him— to burn at the stake.

"They are still following," Roland spoke to himself, while Sun grumbled profanities. The contents of Sun's grumbling didn't made it to Roland's ears, which were filled with the almost deafening wind coursing through his ears with every flap of his wings.

It was then that he felt it. Sun had let out a small flare of light, pulling his attention downwards. The burning feeling that caused the light on the dead creature's flesh was clearly done to draw his attention.

"Roland, you idiot!" Sun snapped, his words finally reaching Roland clearly enough to understand.

Before Roland could make sense of those words, and even before Sun could explain the painful way he used to drag his attention, the pursuers attacked.

Roland's instinctual slow down at the attack took place practically —and coincidentally— at the same time his huge dragon wings made him hover over a vastly destructed area that stood like a sore thumb amongst the tall, luminous buildings.

Had he not been distracted by Sun's words, he would have been capable of noticing the attack and avoiding it. But this was not the case. A wall of darkness pushed him to the ground in his moment of distraction, and he got the impact fully.

*CRASH*

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As a wide area of crumbled stones and debris had drawn closer, M21 pulled his boss's mysterious guest out of the demon's grasp, coordinating his rescue with said boss's attack.

Merely a second later, three pair of feet landed close enough on the ground near the crater the monster had caused upon its fall. Then, a fourth pair made it down, as M21 —who had taken "Frankenstein's cousin" back to safety— placed the mysterious blond gently on the floor.

It took M21 a fraction of a second longer than it should have to realize that the strange blond was no longer smiling.

Taken aback with the lack of smile in the face of their newest guest —he had been smiling ever since he met him— he could barely rip his eyes from the serious looking blond, who looked about ready to murder someone.

*GROOOOOOARRR* A terrifying growl pierced the air. The form of the beast slowly raising from the crater, extending its dragon wings and slowly turning his head to look at him, making a shiver run up and down on M21's back. The modified human knew he had become the target.

In a blur of movement, the monster rushed towards M21. Thankfully, Frankenstein leaped in front of him and managed to block the way, though the wind produced by the beast managed to make small cuts all over M21's skin.

If even the wind of the attack could harm him, it was clear that one attack from this monster would be enough to have M21 taken down permanently.

"Not bad," Frankenstein mockingly complimented —clearly trying to enrage the opponent to make his moves clumsy— instants before letting out a flare of black energy that made the enemy jump a couple of steps back in retreat.

Two monsters stared down at each other contemplatively for several seconds.

Then, Frankenstein opened his mouth, and M21 was certain that as soon as his boss spoke, a battle of sorts would have started.

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"Attacking us before introducing yourself. Such a lack of manners," Frankenstein began, knowing that such words would be a good start to enraging his enemy, which would lead said enemy to make mistakes due his anger.

The expected growl and insult that Frankenstein was expecting didn't come. In fact, the creature halted, its battle stance softened some, and it seemed to gain a more… conversational posture?

With a curt nod and a serious expression the demon spoke, "I'm Roland."

Frankenstein blinked at the introduction —which came in the same ancient dialect of Chinese that the self-proclaimed Sun Knight spoke, making it practically undeniable that there was a connection between them. An introduction was a reaction he would have never expected from the creature… which now stared at him expectantly.

An unsaid request for him to reciprocate the formality hung in the air awkwardly.

"Your name," the creature finally demanded.

Frankenstein sweat-dropped. He was unsure in giving his identity to the creature, since giving that piece of information might lead the wrong people to his high school; after all, he was fairly sure he was the only person named Frankenstein in Korea —maybe even the world.

In an effort to avoid giving an answer and pry more answers out of the monster, he asked. "Why did you attack us? Are you from The Union?"

*Growl*

He apparently said something that upset the monster.

"I haven't attacked anyone. I have just come for Sun." He declared forebodingly.

At the bold proclamation, Frankenstein looked backwards to 'Sun' trying to wage the mage's reaction, but he was unable to since he had his face buried on one of his palms. If he didn't know better, Frankenstein would have read the body language as one of deep frustration. But that didn't make sense given that a threat against his life had been given by such a clearly powerful creature.

Still determined not to let any harm come to the half-noble (for fear of how his master might take it more than because the potential conflict with the mages the demise of the Sun Knight could arise), he shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't let you take him."

The demon gave an stoic nod. "Very well." And then unsheathed from his hips a sword. A simple iron sword that didn't seem to have anything special in it. Even the claws of the creature looked more intimidating than the sword.

Centuries of experience in battle made Frankenstein aware than he would stand no chance against this monster without battling seriously from the start. So, he called forth the dark energy within him to start summoning his Dark Spear.

The beast waited patiently until the blond had finished calling forth his most powerful weapon.

"Are you ready yet?" The monster, Roland, asked.

"Yes. Thanks for waiting," Frankenstein flashed Roland a condescending smile.

"Let this be a fair duel," The monster replied, puzzlingly, before jumping into action.

Frankenstein jumped out of the way as an horizontal slash of iron made it to his neck, making a couple of wavy, blond strands of his hair fell down to the floor. "You are fast."

"You too." The monster gave a minute smile before jumping forwards again.

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Sun was pissed off.

Not only had Roland created a horrible misunderstanding in which Sun's own free stay in Friendy's abode was on the line. Not only there was a chance that Sun would never get his most-definitely expensive book back... Somehow, Roland even managed to get himself in a battle he could not help him out off without harming the Sun Knight façade.

The Sun Knight hated undead creatures more than anything in the world; the whole continent knew that. And, even if he was now in a different continent, he could not risk his image: with his luck, his teacher would have managed to get lost all the way into this new continent and get wind of what he had done.

However, despite the previously listed reasons, there was another growing reason for which Sun was really mad right now.

'I really hate master swordsmen!' Sun was deeply irritated by the show-off combat between the two men in front of him.

All Sun could "see" with his mage sight was two blurs. The blur that was Roland did something with his sword, then the blur that was Friendy did something with his spear, both looking like blurs to him…He didn't even have Judgment to explain to him what was going on and who was winning.

'It's so annoying! All master swordsmen should die…' In between his inner curses, Sun pondered about Friendy's true profession , who was not —if his choice of weapon was anything to go by— a swordsman.

'Maybe being the 'Headmaster of a high school' was not only about paperwork as he had guessed. Does the unknown title also imply that Friendy is a necromancer? But why would a necromancer fight with spear… could it be that Friendy is, that Friendy is a… Spear-holding necromancer? What the F***k? Does that even exist?'

Sun's inner speculations came to a halt as a horrid metallic sound filled the air. Focusing his sight in front of himself he could see Roland holding a broken sword, and the part that was no longer stuck to the hilt had impaled itself into the death lord's neck.

He had been too distracted to focus on the images provided by his mage sight to how that happened. Yep, it had nothing to do with his rotten… erm, slightly below average capability to decipher blurs.

Yeah, that was the only reason why he didn't understand what was going on in the fight.

Anyway, back to what Sun was sensing (and not what he didn't "see"), two figures were few steps in front of Roland stood Friendly. The eyes of his would-have-been host widened as Roland unperturbedly took the broken iron out of his neck with the same aloofness than one would use to take a napkin out of a pocket, then unceremoniously tossed the broken piece of metal to the ground.

The shock of the wound not ending the life of his opponent must have worn fast for Friendy because, before the broken half-sword touched the ground, the blond jumped to attack once more, twisting his black spear to pierce Roland on the back.

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"Shameless." Frankenstein heard the monster roar. His humming dark spear seemed endlessly delighted by the contact with the monster, and Frankenstein could feel the cursed weapon dearly wanting to consume the being.

However, the hunger of the spear was not being satiated —he could feel it's discomfort in the hands he still was wrapping around the weapon, just like he could sense a tug-o-war of sorts between the demon and the cursed weapon. It seemed like both were trying to consume each other.

And the demon seemed to be winning.

The next few seconds crossed Frankenstein's eyes in slow-motion. The impaled monster gave a flare of dark energy. His dark spear hissed from where it had contact with the monster's skin. Frankenstein let go of the spear. A roar could be heard. The mage yelled "Roland". M21 gasped. And then he saw a claw coming out next to his own shoulder.

The pain didn't even have a time to register as Frankenstein realized that the monster had vanished from where he stood before, and moved so fast behind him he had not seen it happen.

A cough of warm blood came out from his lungs, and Frankenstein realized he had more claws sticking out of him —one of them had scratched something vital inside of him.

A deep growl came from behind Frankenstein, but this time the faint trace of humanity had left the monster's voice.

Then, as pain finally made itself known, Frankenstein's eyes met his master's. He knew that he had to free himself before his master brought damage to himself by stepping forwards into his battle. He also noticed his master's face fill with worry.

He could not allow himself to be a cause of his master's harm or worry.

In a burst of willpower, Frankenstein managed to free himself from the literal clutches of the monster.

The damage the clutches did to his body grew bigger as a bigger portion of his skin and organs were ripped out in the brief struggle to free himself… still, even if the pain alone would suffice to kill any other mortal, Frankenstein had suffered worse injuries.

He was a very hard person to kill.

A small smile made it to his face as he watched the still-impaled demon. However, he found that there was no need for him to try to enrage the monster to make its moves clumsy. The creature seemed to have gone mad because of the Dark Spear buried in its body.

Regardless of it being unneeded, a snide remark made it to his lips out of habit, and he could hear his master sigh. That sigh was all Frankenstein needed to be sure his master would not be interfering in the battle between him and the monster.

A wild goose chase took place then. The impaled demon kept on wildly slashing, but meeting nothing but air for a while.

What Frankenstein didn't know was that, in a matter of minutes, all hell would break loose.

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The Noblesse gave out a sigh. It was clear that Frankenstein was having too much fun taunting the demon. It had been several centuries since the last time he had seen his servant have so much fun in a combat. The face the blond was showing every time he managed to dodge the claws of the creature was the same cocky one he had when he had battled the clan leaders of Lukedonia.

He knew Frankenstein would be upset if he stepped in now, so he waited.

Another sigh left his lips.

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M21 glanced towards the Noblesse. The smell of blood in the air was piercing his nose, and the smell of death from the creature was making him restless. It didn't help his nerves that the death-smelling creature seemed to be slowly getting the upper-hand.

It was clear that Frankenstein's moves, despite them being every time more precise, were also growing slower, which was more likely than not because of the blood loss his bleeding wounds were causing him.

Suddenly another inhuman growl filled the air, and M21 turned around just in time to see dark light flooding the area, and a row of what he identified as vampires (not like the ones the Nobles called mutants, but storybook vampires), ghosts, and a bunch of other creatures he had no idea what to name. Despite he having no idea what most of their creatures were, they all seemed malevolent enough, and all of them carried the smell of something foul and rotten.

Those things, too, smelled like death.

It was really bad. The unidentified creatures that smelled like death kept on popping everywhere until there were hundreds of them.

Something that sounded like a curse in Chinese came from his left, instants before his boss's guest moved forwards and blasted a dozen of the creatures with a volley of light that almost blinded M21.

As he had suspected, the man that he, Tao and Takeo had been asked to keep an eye on was not a normal human.

Taking his boss's guest's actions as a cue for joining the battle, M21 let his hands transform into claws and slashed one of the smaller demons. The little creature shrieked and a dozen of round, bat-like beings zeroed in on him and attacked him.

Things seemed about to spiral out of control as the creatures launched to attack the Noblesse but the creatures vanished as a beam of light consumed them before they could get close enough for contact.

The Noblesse and the mysterious guest shared a look, and he could almost feel the silent conversation between them… he just wished he knew what that conversation was about.

But M21 had no time to ponder on that.

So, shaking any other thought of his mind, he continued to slash the minions of the demon currently in combat with his boss. It would be really bad if those went to attack the people in the nearby area.

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"Are you ok?" Sun asked Rai mentally. It was blatantly obvious that there was an idiomatic barrier and, given that Friendy's master already knew about his magic, there was not use trying to pretend he couldn't use magic in front of him… at least the mental magic he learnt hours prior; Rai didn't need to know about the rest of his magical repertoire.

The black-haired, elegant man nodded his response.

"Why is he after you?" Rai mentally asked another question in return using the link Sun himself had established.

Sun faltered. He was unsure on what to say as a response. The next words that would come out of his mouth would be crucial —and he was having a hard time thinking of something —something that perhaps he wouldn't have if he wasn't still singing the Hymn of the God of Light in his head, to keep the church's secrets from getting out.

On one hand he could try to pretend Roland was his enemy, and was after him solely because he was the Sun Knight. However, Sun had a very good eye to determine if someone was strong (a very good eye that had allowed him to take advantage of—*cough* befriend strong people) which is why Sun had no doubt Friendy's master was one such people.

Even at the risk of losing his current guest status, the expensive book and his reputation as the Sun Knight —which might cause his teacher to send him to an early meeting with the God of Light— Sun would never risk the life of his comrades… no matter how undead they were.

"He is my comrade," Sun replied in a succinct manner that would have been in character for the Ice Knight.

A loud *BANG* put an end to the conversation between the two users of mental magic, and Sun promptly broke the mental link —sparing Rai from the mental pain of the preachy nonsense filling Sun's mind.

Albeit it would have been near to impossible to see with the naked eye, Sun could sense that Friendy was currently half-buried in a crater within the crater that had appeared after Roland crashed horribly to the ground.

The fact that Friendy's clothes were ripped and coated with the earth element (probably looking terribly worse for the wear) was not too worrying for someone with an almost godly ability to heal wounds. However, the fact that Roland, who had ripped the long, evil looking spear out of his chest and held it over his head, looking every bit like he was about to stab Friendy to death was completely alarming —there was no way any human would survive that.

Both Sun Knight and Rai moved at the same time. And, even though Friendy's master's speed outmatched the knight's, no physical speed could ever allow anyone to arrive to a spot earlier than a teleporting spell (which Sun learnt just before coming to this insane continent).

The Dark Spear wielded by the Death Lord cut Sun's chest like a hot knife would butter, causing blood come out like a horizontal cascade that showered Roland with the light-filled, crimson liquid.

Roland gave a screech, and instantly let go of the now-blood coated, borrowed weapon, which seemed to hiss much like Roland did before dispersing and turning into a cloud of darkness that floated towards the beaten up Friendy.

Sun could see how Roland came back to his senses in the exact same way he did in the King's chamber months ago when he got his first blood bath out of him.

The black flames in Roland's eyes no longer burned as brightly, and his lost, serious, yet slightly-idiotic expression had replaced the animalistic one he had donned before.

"Sun?" Roland's voice was soft, as his blinking eyes tried to come into focus. "What happened?"

Sun let out a sigh as he ended chanting a spell to heal his bleeding wound. Sun's white clothing had turned crimson.

"You went berserk and almost killed Friendy," Sun snapped.

Sun didn't notice "Friendy" twitch as his name got butchered.

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Frankenstein, now dubbed 'Friendy' by the magician, felt his Dark Spear inside of him once more. The little control he had on said weapon would be enough to call it forth (even in his weakened state) and use it to stab at the demon square in the chest… but that would undoubtedly send it into a second rampage —not to mention that the hole allowing him to see to the other side of the demon's neck made him suspect the demon wouldn't truly be killed by such attack.

The oddity of the Sun Knight's fast healing didn't seem too pressing to Frankenstein -something like accelerated healing could be a strength of all magicians. What bothered Frankenstein the most, was that the Sun Knight had caused the creature to halt with barely a few words.… Or was it the blood? That didn't make much sense; then again, it made as much sense as anything that happened since he met the magician.

'Maybe this Sun Knight had been on the run, being chased by other magicians for his associating with demons?'

That would made sense. However, Frankenstein was aware that the most logical conclusion was not necessarily the right one.

Before Frankenstein could come to a conclusion, the Noblesse's smooth, calm voice filled his ears."We should go back. They might explain themselves later."

"As you wish," Frankenstein tried to stand up like nothing, but a wince of pain and a wave of dizziness made him sway a bit on his way up.

The pain in his body started to numb once he was standing, making him realize he was more hurt that he thought.

Out of the blue, the hand of the magician was on his back. "Intermediate heal," he chanted in ancient Chinese, and Frankenstein could feel his blood stop pouring out of his wounds.

Frankenstein watched in amazement at how the not-so-small cuts in his arms vanished, and the gaping holes in his chest began mending themselves the same way the gash on the magician's chest had. All of a sudden, breathing came easier to him, and he could feel that whatever had been broken inside of him was partially mended.

The magician repeated the act a second time, the same words in ancient tongue (Intermediate heal) accompanying the sensation for the second time.

With a look of incredulity, Frankenstein looked back at the man, now unsure if the way the mysterious blond had healed himself was the same way he made his wounds go away. All the knowledge, and every gossip he had heard about magicians swirled in his head, making him come to one undeniable conclusion: The Sun Knight was a priest.

The half-nobles —known as priests, or clerics— were said to be considered a different category than magicians. So, in a way, it made sense that the man had denied being a magician. And, now that he thought about it, the no-longer-perpetually-smiling blond, who had grown serious at some point, had kept on rambling stuff about a God…

'Could it be that magical healers had been labeled as 'priests' and 'clerics' because the way they constantly praised higher beings?'

"Thanks," Frankenstein had to make a lot of effort not to start questioning the man on the spot, but he would definitely ask many things once they made it back to the apartment like his master had suggested.

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The trek back to the apartment was very short and uneventful. The two knights, the modified humans and the Noblesse had a lot to think of; and thus, all of them remained quiet.

If Roland had been paying attention to more than his thoughts, he might have noticed they passed the alley where certain holy sword rested on a pile of trash.

Once they arrived at the area next to their building, the five men entered to the apartment by the very same window in the very same fashion they had left through it —even the Death Lord was carrying Sun like a bride once more.

Now that they were no longer out in the open, Roland dug a familiar heart-shaped ring out of one of his pockets. Thankfully, the piece of jewelry had not been damaged during the combat; thus, when he put it on, the magic in it made him look human once again. The long, fierce-looking wings vanished like a mirage, and the grey skin turned a creamy color, while the flames in his empty sockets were replaced by very normal blue eyes.

All eyes were on him now.

The sad thing was, that despite that Roland no longer looked like a demon, the black leotard peppered with silver scales, and the matching hair didn't make him any less eye-catching.

Thankfully for Roland, he was not the focus of attention for too long. As if on cue, the door opened, and two men Roland had never seen before walked in.

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Tao and Takeo had taken the teenagers back home. As fate would have it, the direction they ended up going was the exact opposite of the one where a certain battle was taking place, and, because of that, they had not been aware of the conflict.

"Wow! What happened to the door?" Tao asked as he noticed the crumbled glass door of the balcony. Said door had been whole last time he saw it.

Takeo, who entered the room a beat later, could feel the air thicken rapidly.

Three realizations followed Tao's over-exited question: 1) Everyone —minus the Noblesse— were sporting bloodied and crumbled clothes, which hinted there had been a battle, 2) their guest's ever-present smile was absent while his once-pristine attire was completely bloodied, and 3) there was an unknown man, dressed like an assassin in the room.

The unreadable air in the room was eerily quiet for a couple of seconds that seemed to stretch into infinity. A bubble had formed around the five men standing by the broken glass door of the balcony.

Takeo didn't so much as breath too loud for fear of breaking the solemn atmosphere.

However, Tao —never one to be upstaged by any atmosphere— suddenly blurted "OH! There is a new one! Well, the more the merrier! HAHAHA HAHAHA!"

Takeo's eye grew somber, as did M21's and Frankenstein's. A thought crossed everyone's minds —even the minds of those unable to understand Korean.

'What the hell is he laughing about?!'

Not for the first time, Takeo wanted to punch his companion.

To be continued.

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AN: As promised, I will now announce the GOOD NEWS I mentioned on right before the chapter.

I have posted a new fic called "Ten Knights". This baby will be about the events going on in the LSK world while Sun and Roland are here. I figured some people might want to know how the other knights are fairing.

Including the LSK view of things might complicate things if put here so I separated them. Also, since nobody of the Noblesse universe is traveling to the other world, I put the parallel story in the normal, non xover section.

Don't forget to REVIEW. I dearly want to hear what you have to say about this chapter (It was really hard to write).