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"Speech"
Time*
Chapter 54: Cats Fight
10 minutes later*
I rub my chin as I survey the scene—the school infirmary is drenched in crimson, the corpses strewn across the floor like broken marionettes, limbs twisted at unnatural angles. The stark white sheets of the beds are stained with blood, and the metallic scent hangs heavy in the air.
"Well, this is going to take me a while to clean up." I mutter to myself, my voice echoing softly in the eerie silence.
Without hesitation, I switch over to the Pathways: Black Emperor, Justiciar, and Chaos Mist. The transition is smooth, a familiar shift in my being. I draw forth the three Cards of Blasphemy. At my silent command, thick smokes billow out, emanations of the Sefirot: Nation of Disorder, spreading like a living fog. The smog blankets everything: the bodies, the pools of blood, the shredded organs, even the splattered walls. The room vanishes beneath the smothering veil.
Moments later, the smokes reel back into the Cards of Blasphemy. When they are gone, not a trace remains. No corpses. No stains. No lingering scent of death. Not even the clothes and weapons were spares. It is as if the horror never occurred.
"I stand corrected." I mutter, nodding to myself with satisfaction. I switch again, back to the Pathways: Fool, Error, and Door, allowing the prior set of Cards of Blasphemy to vanish, replaced by the previous set. The weight of my power shifts once more.
I brought out the Card of Abyss to take out the Wintry Blade, then stepped to the door of the infirmary. I eased it open and peered into the hallway. Empty. Silent. Not even a shadow stirred. I shut the door quietly, then turned and dashed toward the open window. With a quick breath, I leapt through, landing lightly on the grass outside.
My feet hit the ground running.
I made a beeline for the maid café, but didn't stop. Just past it stood a small clothing store. I darted inside, made a hasty purchase—simple, efficient, nothing that would draw attention, then slipped back out onto the street. With only a passing glance at the café for brief reconnaissance, I turned on my heel and raced back toward the school, timing every stride.
Before the bell could ring, I arrived.
At the base of the infirmary wall, I stomped the ground, sending a small shockwave through my body to propel me upward. My hand shot out, grabbing the edge of the open window. With one powerful pull of a single arm, I hauled myself up, flipping through the opening.
The moment my feet cleared the frame, I twisted into a front flip.
My boot connected with a face before they had time to react—bone crunched under the impact. As I landed, the Wintry Blade drove forward, piercing through their left shoulder blade with surgical precision. Blood spread from the wound as the Sealed Artifact's abilities activated. Their limbs trembled, movements slowing, their thoughts dragged into a slush of confusion and rigidity.
I released the hilt.
Then, with a sharp breath, I struck the base of the weapon with my palm. The Wintry Blade sank deeper, cracking bone and driving through the shoulder to impale them into the ground.
Pinned. Paralyzed. Helpless.
"Why hello there, Seras." I said smoothly, smiling down at the pinned girl beneath me—Seras Victoria, the fledgling who had yet to become a true vampire by Hellsing's measure. Her blue eyes locked onto mine, wide with a mix of shock and fear. "It's nice to see you again after so long."
I tilted my head slightly, studying her expression with faint amusement.
"What were you trying to do, hmm? I'm sure you weren't attempting to install any hidden cameras, right?"
Her throat bobbed with a delayed gulp, like her body was still catching up to the situation—slow, stiff, restricted.
"Did Integra come to school with you?" I asked, voice light but layered with implication. My grin widened as I leaned in slightly, savoring the fear that flickered behind her eyes. "I do hope she did. I'm sure she has some words for me… and I certainly have some for her."
I waited.
But Seras didn't speak. She only stared—her face a mask of terror. Her lips parted but produced no sound.
It was then that I realized my mistake.
The Wintry Blade was still impaled through her shoulder, anchoring her to the ground, its effects still affecting her. I had been talking to her as if we were old acquaintances meeting on a quiet afternoon, but she was incapacitated. Her limbs wouldn't respond. Her thoughts wouldn't flow. The Sealed Artifact continues to suppress her mind and body as time goes on.
I grabbed the Wintry Blade and ripped it out of Seras' shoulder in one swift, clean motion. Freed from the Sealed Artifact's influence, Seras was no longer paralyzed.
Still, I pressed my shoe firmly against her stomach, holding her in place as I watched her begin to recover.
It didn't take long.
She let out a ragged, painful gasp, tears welling in her eyes as her body finally responded. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she blinked away the moisture that clung to her lashes. When her gaze finally met mine, it was filled with disbelief, horror, and something unspoken, trembling just beneath the surface.
Then—
BANG!
The infirmary door slammed open with a thunderous crack.
"Hey, Chikao! I came to visit like I said...!" Momoyo's voice rang out, bold and unrestrained. She stepped into the room with her usual fire and then froze mid-stride.
Her eyes locked onto the scene: me standing over a tearful Seras, my blade in hand, foot still planted on her stomach.
The silence between us cracked like lightning.
"I hope you're not planning on fucking that bitch under your feet, Chikao...!" Momoyo snarled, her voice low and venomous, her eyes blazing with a fury that threatened to consume the room.
I stared at her, stunned.
"How did you even come to that conclusion?!" I shot back, my tone caught somewhere between disbelief and exasperation.
Beneath my boot, Seras' cheeks burned a furious red, her blue eyes flicking away, unable to meet mine. Her hands twitched near the torn fabric of her shoulder, the embarrassment almost outweighing the pain.
Then came the voice that shattered the tension.
"Isn't this one of your examples on how sex goes?! You pin this bitch down, and afterward, you cut off all her clothes before having your way with her body!" Momoyo roared, pointing an accusatory finger straight at me like she was ready to pass judgment in a war crimes trial.
She wasn't done.
"In fact, don't think I don't see that maid outfit you're holding! I bet you were planning to have her wear it, weren't you?!"
I blinked, glancing at my other hand.
"...I honestly forgot I was holding this." I muttered.
"So you're admitting you were planning to fuck that bitch?!" Momoyo looked like she was one snide comment away from lunging at me.
"I got this for you!" I snapped, throwing the maid outfit at her.
She caught it reflexively, mid-rage, and looked down in confusion.
"Huh?" Momoyo mumbled, turning the outfit over in her hands before narrowing her eyes at it. "The chest area's a bit small..."
"Let me fondle them more so I can memorize the size." I said flatly, without missing a beat.
"If it means you getting away from that bitch, then touch them all you want, Chikao." Momoyo thrust her chest out defiantly, brows furrowed in pure territorial disdain as she glared down at Seras like she was already erasing her from the room with sheer presence.
Seras, still blushing beneath me, looked completely stunned by the sheer absurdity of the conversation unfolding above her—equal parts scandalized and humiliated.
I stared at Momoyo with a dull, unamused gaze, then let out a long sigh.
With a shift of weight, I stepped off Seras' stomach. The moment the pressure was gone, she rolled to the side and scrambled upright, one hand still clutching her wounded shoulder. Her breathing was ragged, her face flushed with a mix of pain and mortification.
"Just to let you know." I began, my tone even. "This is Seras. She's a vampire, but not a true one just yet. Unless, of course, she's finally drunk blood since the last time I saw her."
I glanced at Seras briefly, who looked away in shame or guilt—it wasn't clear.
"And before you ask." I continued, eyes shifting back to Momoyo just as her mouth opened to interrupt, "She works for Integra. Yes, that Integra—the same one I was trying to pursue romantically… before I met you."
Even as I spoke, brief flashes surged behind my eyes—images stirred by my Spirituality: Momoyo's rapid questions that I answered just now.
"So… you weren't planning on fucking her?" Momoyo asked, eyes narrowing, her grip on the maid outfit tightening as she cast Seras another hostile glance that could kill lesser beings.
"No." I replied, suppressing the urge to roll my eyes so hard they'd disappear into the back of my skull.
"Then why is she here, then?" Momoyo demanded, stepping closer until she stood right beside me, her body radiating barely-contained fury. Her eyes remained locked on Seras, narrowing with every second.
"That's what I'm wondering myself." I replied with a smirk, turning my gaze toward Seras. She flinched the moment our eyes met and took an instinctive step back, her boots scraping lightly against the tile floor.
"Care to explain, then?" Momoyo advanced a step, her presence overwhelming. "And it better be a good one—vampire or not, I'll show you exactly how well I deal with girls who get too close."
Seras' mouth opened, but all she could manage was a trembling, "I-I…!"
She looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor, her eyes darting between the two of us—my cold amusement and Momoyo's fiery wrath offering no shelter.
Her shoulders hunched slightly as though bracing for impact.
My Spirituality surged again. Images flashed behind my eyes: smoke parting in a corridor, polished boots against tile, steel glinting under dim fluorescent lights.
I turned sharply toward the door, eyes narrowing.
The motion was sudden enough to draw Momoyo's attention. She followed my gaze, her brows furrowed in confusion.
And then—nothing.
Seconds passed. No sound. No movement. Just silence.
Momoyo frowned and glanced at me, about to ask what I'd seen, until her ears twitched at a soft, measured sound: slow, deliberate footsteps approaching from beyond the hall.
Her gaze snapped back to the door, just in time.
Integra stepped into the room, posture straight and commanding, her very presence reshaping the tension in the air. Her tailored uniform was immaculate, her eyes sharp behind her glasses, and her gloved hand rested calmly on the hilt of her sword.
"Integra." I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Chikao." Integra returned coldly, squinting at me.
The room was instantly heavier.
Even Momoyo fell silent, her glare at Seras momentarily forgotten.
"So, she's my replacement, huh?" Integra's eyes slid to Momoyo, assessing her with cool detachment. Her gaze lowered briefly before returning to meet mine. She scoffed, lips curling in mild disdain. "I can see why you're attracted to her."
"Replacement or not, Chikao is with me now." Momoyo snapped. She stepped slightly forward, positioning herself squarely between me and Integra.
"So I've heard." Integra replied, slowly and deliberately, dragging out the words as if tasting something bitter and familiar.