To my readers:

Yes, I am back again with another author's note chapter, which is unfortunately the only thing I can do right now. I have lost a considerable amount of inspiration for my story, but rest assured that it will be continued… Someday, most likely this month or early February. I would say that I would try to write a lot to make up for my absence, but alas, I will probably submit a standard 10000 word chapter. Anyways, rest assured. I will make sure that I will finish this story… After all… I have to take responsibility (And so does Laharl, bastard could have gotten Pleinair and Asagi pregnant! Oh, and Elaine too, nearly forgot)

Anyways, have a nice day (and a preview of the next chapter as an apology for the long hiatus)

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Perspective: Etna

She was just seeing things. Seeing things, yeah… There was no way that the idiot prince and the love freak were necking in front of the other girl, Pleinair. Since when did all of this happen anyways!

Etna turned to leave the room, receiving weird looks from both Pleinair and Asagi. Laharl and Flonne broke off their indecent actions (That's Etna for you, getting all political when she's in a bad mood). They gave each other a slightly dreamy look, staring at each other. Asagi rolled her eyes, and Pleinair spawned a camera from her pocket, snapping pictures of Laharl… It screamed blackmail just from the look on Pleinair's face.

"I'm just seeing things; I'm just seeing things…" Etna muttered as she turned out of the room, looking away from the lovey-dovey pair. They looked at her with genuine surprise, skittering away from each other and blushing.

"Etna!" Laharl called out to her as she left the room in a storm. She was too angry and in denial to listen to him.

It was a whirlwind of emotions running through Etna's head. Relief; she could kill him easily since all his focus was on his little harem. Anger; how could this happen under her nose? Denial; the prince was stupid, right? He couldn't love to save his own soul, right? And… Jealousy? Was she really jealous of the girls that had progressively moved on to woo Laharl. Maybe she was just tired… she probably had too many sweets before sleeping the day prior, and was having a nightmare…

It all proved to be too real when Laharl showed his princely face in Etna's dug-out room, asking her to chat about what had happened. He had an uncomfortable look, and Etna knew what a gun trained on someone's back would make them look like. Laharl certainly had a few guns pointing at his back right now. That, well, that was for certain. The sound of female voiced that most definitely belonged to Asagi and Pleinair urging Laharl to talk to her also clued Etna, but that didn't sound like she was being professional now, did it?

"Uh… Morning?" Laharl squeaked. The sound of at least three guns getting their safeties removed made Laharl shiver, "Can I come in?"

Glare. That was all Etna did in response, so Laharl took that as an affirmative. Etna was rather indecisive, in his mind. He walked in, the outline of Pleinair and Asagi's shadows vanishing, and Laharl slumped in relief.

"What do you want, prince?" Etna asked in a sickly sweet 'I'm going to murder you, and then I'll eat you' tone, "I'm moping right now regarding what happened out there with the angel..."

"Hey, don't worry, you can do that too if you really wanted, but I doubt it…" Laharl looked nonchalant as he suggested Etna to join an already (again, Etna's mood is referenced here) immoral harem.

BLAM!

The sound of a gunshot rang out, three to be exact. Laharl's scarf blocked them, but he still looked genuinely afraid of the girls pointing guns at his back. Etna snickered.

"Oh, I want it…" Etna stood up. She could kill the prince right here! There was a perfect opening for her to stab him and disappear!

"Etna?" Laharl's jaw dropped in surprise as Etna went over to him, leaning on him, as he was rigid as stone, tracing her fingers in lazy circles around his chest.

"I want it…" Etna pulled a dagger from her pocket, "I want your life…"

"Etna?" Laharl babbled again, backing away from her, but her snare was too strong for him to even imagine escaping from.

"I'm sorry…." Etna and a set of voices rang out at the exact same time.

Etna took this moment to plunge her dagger into Laharl's chest, just as something rang out, a gunshot. The bullet ricocheted off the hilt of the dagger, but it was too late to pull a clichéd 'dagger-shot-to-save-person' situation. Laharl was looking down with a hole in his chest, while Etna was bawling her eyes out with guilt, looking at her palms with sick satisfaction.

Pleinair was beside Etna in a second, sweeping her feet out from beneath her. Asagi ran over to Laharl with a scream, while the rest of the soldiers had gathered outside of the door, curious. Asagi had dragged Etna to the wall, and had her gun poised at her. Flonne ran into the room as soon as Pleinair pointed her gun at Etna, looking at Laharl with eyes filled with terror.

Elaine was standing in the doorframe, too afraid to do anything to help. She kept her sword with her, ready to swing using the pent up rage that was slowly building up in her chest. She was completely ready to decapitate Etna.

"W-what j-ust…" Laharl choked, before passing out on Asagi's lap.

A sudden pulling made Laharl's fall into Asagi's lap longer than usual, until he had went through Asagi and through the floor, surrounded by a familiar blue. The red flowing from his chest stopped flowing, and the silence clashed with the noise earlier.

Looked like it was time to go back…