Cadis knew that Frankenstein was still stung by Urokai's insinuation. However, he also knew that it was something that could not be changed, and therefore, did not comment on it. Instead, he just let his presence be felt. Frankenstein was cleaning his philosophical instruments carefully and thoroughly; he had not minced his words with the Lord or the other Clan Leaders or Urokai. So now they knew the totality of Frankenstein's martyrdom and betrayal. He had turned away from the path of humans, calling all pain and bitterness to him, and at the same time, he was pointing in accusation at his own race, showing off all their sins. It was perhaps this which had sparked an interest in the Lord, but in Urokai, it had shown the weakness of the Nobles, and the true strength of Humans.

And Urokai was still trying to figure out what to do with the thing he had created, if anything; he had poured it into a bottle and covered it with a dark cloth to keep it from shifting about. Whatever it was, or would become later, at the moment it was unable to tolerate light and wished to constantly be in contact with Urokai. And Urokai had shown mercy to it to that extent, although he was unable to say what he felt toward it. It was too soon, after all. It was hard to love a formless, constantly shifting mass of blackness, but in fact, Urokai had not evidenced any great revulsion. Cadis did not feel it

Cadis did not feel it to be anything malign.

What was malign, was that come Clan Leaders were causing havoc. Now that they were known to be traitors, and in such a fiendish way, they were no longer concealing their evils. Yet, it tapped him and undoubtedly the Lord as well, that if Urokai had been so badly misguided, then what of the others? Were they running away in fear of being executed for their wrongdoing or their opinions?

He had not thought about it like that. That he was arrogant was only to be expected. He knew himself well enough at this point, that he could not deny he may have and may still execute them...and if he was going to do it, why did he need to make up reasons? But, he regretted his brother's death. It always came back down to that, and Cadis wondered why he had not listened just a little more. There was one thing, though, that he could not allow to happen. Urokai's statement, and all evidence, suggested that Ragus thirst for power was already abnormal; should the arte in his keeping fall into the wrong hands, there would be another large-scale calamity. Something far more brutal than the killing of a hundred thousand knights, something crueller than those knights marching on an unprotected city, and far more tragic than Urokai's lonely suffering.

He also felt that he was a burden to the Nobles. Although Frankenstein, and the Lord, and even Ragar and Urokai were offering him their respects…because he was there, they could not disregard him. Even Grejutel had bowed to him out of fear. Walking forward with his head up was different from imposing upon others. Just staying in his house had not worked at all! Even with him rarely showing his face, they had still been so caught up that they had fallen from grace! If that theme persisted, then his existence was no different from the Blood Stone!

"Frankenstein," Cadis stood up, making up his mind. "Will you come with me?"

Frankenstein turned to face him, having put his tools away, and nodded. "Where to, Master?" He asked, softly.

"There are a few things I would like to look at." He said, softly. "And there is someone whom I would like to visit."

Baffled as he was, Frankenstein followed after him, as he moved about the Lord's palace. He just looked at things of interest, that he found pretty. Even if he spent a few days doing this, it meant nothing. Nor did he feel lonely, because he had someone at his side. Frankenstein took the opportunity to also look around, since he also rarely left the house for leisure.

Finally, he returned to his house, though. Looking at it, Cadis could not say if he felt anything at all toward it. There was no anger, no resentment, no joy or hope. Just that it was big. He had always thought it was too big for one person. Running his eyes over the roof, Cadis frowned just a little. Some sentiment, from the far distant past, of children's voices and running freely without care came over him; he had not run in several thousand years. Now, he walked or moved at high speed, but just mindlessly running around had been lost to time.

Moving to the side of the house, where the monument was located, he looked at the many names carved upon it. The oldest ones were faded a bit. Frankenstein had not been here before, since it was rare for him to have any business on the lawns. He looked at the tablet of names and sensed at once that there were too many.

Reaching out, Cadis ran a finger over the very newest name there.

"Master?" He asked, very softly.

Turning, Cadis looked at him. "I have made you uneasy." He commented. "Frankenstein, you are also allowed to ask questions. It is only something that happened, though. I knew," He looked down, wondering if his brother was sleeping peacefully or not. "That they were involved in it."

Frankenstein blinked, and of course, he was surprised. "Did you hope for the best, Master?" He asked, softly. "Or perhaps consider it to be simpler than it was?"

"I did not think such things." He replied, openly. "Do you think me to be an honest person?" He shut his eyes. "They visited me, when the others were never that interested. Muzaka came too, out of curiosity, and because it was quiet. Away from everything he knew. Some distance between family is not incorrect." Looking at the stone, Cadis frowned. "He wished for answers, but, my ways were not for him. He could not use my methods."

"Master?" Frankenstein moved a little closer. "What happened to you?"

Relieved to be asked, realising that he had been waiting around for centuries to be asked about it, Cadis turned to look at him. "I, my brother, have slain." He said, shutting his eyes. "And I wish that I had not."

A lonely wind whistled over the memorial grounds, where all there was, was a stone tablet, and a hedgerow, and them.

"I slew him." Cadis reiterated, turning to the stone. "He had decided to pursue power and to rule over humans. Indeed, to destroy them. For they are a turbulent race that causes much harm to the world. To what extent, no one knows. Yet, that was his reason. So, I put him into Eternal Sleep. That was my right and my duty as the Noblesse. Never has anyone spoken his name since then, nor do they ask about it. There were many others with him, who felt that to be the correct way. However, I did not listen to their reasons or their motivations. Their ways were in discordance with my own, and with the laws of Lukedonia. It was," He frowned deeply, feeling as if he was about to be crushed. "For that reason alone."

A crunch of the gravel behind him came a few seconds before Frankenstein had taken hold of him by the shoulders. "You were wrong." He said, firmly. "There is no changing it or escaping from it, Master, for in plain terms, that was murder. I wasn't there and I cannot say there was another way. Master is the Noblesse, but you are not a god; of course, you cannot know everything. Sometimes, killing is something that has to happen. I have never seen you as perfect or in any way a supreme being." He loosened his grip, and slowly, he bowed his head. "I have also murdered. For reasons, I cannot even put into words, and I also regret. Master had never looked at me as The Devil," He took a deep breath. "So, I, in my turn, do not see you as God."

Turning, Cadis felt a little mentally unstable. He was a little cold. His feet hurt for some reason. There was also that terrible weight pressing him all over. He had resolved himself to carry it, but, just for a few minutes, he did something he had never done before. Moving closer, closer, until there was less than an inch between them, he leant against Frankenstein.

How sturdy his frame was, how he was a bit warm from moving around. There was a scent of soap from his clothes and he always had a little bit of a scent of medicine to him. A clean scent. There were the golden threads of his hair, which were wafting about apart from the main bulk, and these were glowing in the last light of day.

However, what really struck Cadis, was that Frankenstein lifted his arms. It was so instinctive. Nobles so rarely touched. And Werewolves seemed to touch rather too often. Humans were one of the few races, that just accepted that everyone needed to be held at some point. It was that genuine offer of support, of welcoming someone with open arms, that they worshipped in temples and sang songs about in their choirs.

The Nobles did not have that, though.

Relieved yet again, Cadis felt more grounded and in touch with the world around him. He had wondered himself, why he had chosen Frankenstein, but in reality, it had been the other way around. He had simply let a wounded man stay in his house until recovered, and he had needed someone to help take care of such a massive place. But, Frankenstein had not shrunk from his weight and had even offered himself up in a contract; to serve, to support, forever.

Leaning back, Cadis took a deep breath. There was blood caught in his lungs, but he ignored that, and looked at the tablet. "In the next few years, I will likely go into a deep hibernation." He said, deciding to speak more with Frankenstein in the time remaining. "For now, I would like a little peace and quiet, though."

"Of course, Master." Frankenstein nodded. "Since I have far too much time on my hands for a human, I would rather spend it in good company."

Turning to peek at him, Cadis nodded once. He moved toward the house, where he could hear Muzaka was getting restless. "Oh, and Frankenstein," He turned to look at his companion. "It would seem that Muzaka feels uncomfortable with the title of 'Master', so refer to him as 'Lord'."

"Oh, did that bother him? Very well." Frankenstein pursed his lips.

"Yes, he said so." Cadis looked up at the sky. "Something about male prostitutes in Rome." Looking at Frankenstein as he tripped over what appeared to be a remarkaby small pebble, Cadis smiled to himself, and headed on into the house.