When Aramus and Elizabeth finally made it to New York, they were dead tired. Entering Hotel Edison, they were too tired to go back to their rooms, so they decided to rest on the lobby’s sofas for the time being.
Aramus wheezed in exhaustion as even breathing hurt for him. After saving a hurtling plane and then travelling long distance via magic, he needed a short breather. The sofa didn’t seem to want to let him go either.
“I informed them that we would arrive around this time…” Elizabeth huffed. “Duchess Frederica will come to check up… even though it is so late. I wonder if something happened.” For someone who had vis, it was indeed true that Elizabeth was not as tired as Aramus. To add, she wasn’t the one who handled an entire aircraft.
Aramus nodded, his head rolling back onto the headrest. “They could be tied up with something else.”
“Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Breadratio—oh.” Michael walked in, holding two pieces of bread wiggling them around with in his hands.
Aramus didn’t move an inch… or at least his body didn’t. His eyes immediately locked onto the loaves, burning with the intensity of suns.
“Good evening, it seems that you two have arrived safe.”
“Barely,” Elizabeth commented. “I am somehow starting to sympathize with my teacher, seeing that bread now.” She chuckled.
“Why not have a bite now? If you don’t, I can’t guarantee you’ll get any once I start,” Aramus said with a tired laugh.
“Well now, you two can have this in the meantime,” Michael said, offering the bread he was holding. “I do seem to recall food being served in aeroplanes.”
“I shall refrain,” Elizabeth said, waving a hand dismissively. “I was only speaking in jest. I shall have some food ordered later.”
“Well then, I shall partake!” Rising off the sofa, Aramus practically pranced over to Michael, eager to receive his bread as it was. Yes, his bread. His. “Did we miss anything in the meantime? The plane trip was extremely eventful. I’m afraid you guys might have missed out on some great fun.”
“
Deathly fun,” Elizabeth corrected.
“A few happenings here and there. I think it would be a good after-dinner conversation.” Michael beamed.
Around this time, the television in the corner of the lobby was displaying a wheat field where a plane was shown to have crashed. Its wings were cut off, and it looked bizarre to say the least.
Aramus and Elizabeth both sighed at the sight.
“See what I meant, teacher? You wouldn’t want to show up in the news like that.”
“Poor saps, I’d rather ride a ship on the way back. I don’t trust those ridiculous flying things at all. May their souls rest in peace,” Michael commented, chewing on his bread.
“I think I’m with you on this one,” Aramus said, pointing to the burning pencil of a plane. “That very nearly didn’t make it and when you’re in tune with the air surrounding one as it’s about to crash…” He shuddered before biting into his loaf.
“I’d rather not journey with a ship, though,” Elizabeth for one disagreed. “Imagine if a similar crisis takes place. None of us could manipulate water to keep us afloat. We die the moment it sunks in.”
“Well Miss, while I do know I can swim,” Michael tossed the last bit of bread in his mouth, “I’m pretty sure I cannot fly.”
“Both are bad. I’ll just stay put on solid ground. Not like I have enough money to travel anyway,” Aramus said sadly.
“Well, you needed to. I doubt you will have that luxury to be safe,” Elizabeth said. They would need to go back to Japan. A country surrounded by water.
“A pleasant sight as ever indeed, welcome back, you two,” a voice from behind said. Aramus barely turned, but he knew it was Duchess Frederica.
“You two seem to be in quite the shape tonight,” Mary said very frankly from beside the Duchess. She tossed some potions at the two returnees. “Drink up.”
“We got roughed up, I suppose,” Elizabeth said, beaming at Mary, who also smiled at her old friend.
“Glad to see you safe,” Mary responded.
Even if they met due to the campaign after the Queen’s Meeting, they surprisingly couldn’t come clean about the situations of each other, despite having been old friends. Mary could see some of the worries of Elizabeth through her Commandment—the Golden Eye—but her identity was a secret to her and thus she couldn’t offer any counsel.
Aramus caught the potions and downed one in one go, looking slightly happier at the sight of the two. “If you’ve caught the news, yeah. Anything happen?”
“We’re going to be in trouble really soon. You two should rest up while you can—well, I suppose you are already,” Frederica said, noting them glued to the sofas. “Mary reported that Virgo will likely strike either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.”
“How sure are we with this information?” Michael asked, sneaking a glance at Mary and deciding to ask her about what happened earlier on their personal time.
“…I find it a little hard to believe. I suppose we will have to be reliant on these potions,” Elizabeth stated. She popped a potion open herself and started drinking.
“No time to lose then.” Aramus sighed before finishing off the loaf of bread.
“No time to lose indeed, which is why we should continue this over dinner,” Michael reminded them. “I’m sure these two chaps are famished as much as I am. Care to join us Lady Duchess, Miss Mary?”
Aramus visibly brightened up at the word dinner. Elizabeth smiled, while the Duchess and Mary looked at each other before both of them nodded.
“I suppose I do not mind. Let us move over,” the Duchess accepted.
“I was out investigating so I am famished as well,” Mary said.
***
The people moved over to the dinner halls after the suggestion was accepted. Takeru and the rest of the team were invited but it turned out that Takeru and Lily made it, while Svetlana seemed to be asleep in her room. Granted, it was late, and Lily hadn’t wanted to break her sleep.
Once the group was seated, Aramus was the first to peer at the menu as expected and began listing off items for everyone.
“Right, the buffet timing is over. Apart from that, if you’d like some ala carte items…” He flipped to another page, listing what they had for order. “Shrimp Fra Diavolo, a spicy Italian dish of olive oil, garlic, tomato, red pepper flakes, mussels and shrimp served over your choice of pasta. Alternatively, you could have the BBQ strip steak. New York Strip Steak accented with a Jack Daniel’s BBQ sauce and crispy onion straws. Served with a baked potato and fresh steamed broccoli. Both items come with soup and salad! There are also other items for order though.” He set the menu down, looking at the others.
After everyone had decided on what they wanted, Aramus placed the orders. Minutes passed before the food came. Frederica’s was the first to arrive, a simple dessert set consisting of one honey scone, a slice of American cheesecake and café latte due to a lack of tea leaves. After that, the entrees for everyone.
Michael’s order was fish and chips, lightly beer battered cod with a side of skin on chips. They were cut slightly thicker than the English variant, the Americans seemingly preferring to have more bite with their chips. Why did the Americans call them French fries anyway? Aramus had always been slightly confused by that.
Next, steaming portions of pasta were served. One plate each of the Shrimp Fra Diavolo for Elizabeth and Mary. A relatively simple dish of seafood and pasta, it nonetheless looked scrumptious. A light sheen of olive oil could be seen coating the pasta, the red color of the spices and vegetables contrasting against the bed of pasta. More importantly, the aroma from it was delectable, they smelled the spices and the mediterranean ocean with its freshness with much anticipation.
Finally, the steak for Aramus, Takeru and surprisingly, Lily. Twelve ounces of all American beef, grain fed and grilled to meaty perfection. Aramus couldn’t help a smile from forming as he sliced into it, juices running down his knife as it parted the meat almost effortlessly. It was still steaming from being freshly cooked, a small trickle of blood flowing from his rare steak. The BBQ sauce was slathered over a portion of it, the other half free of the sauce. Onion straws were new to him as well, used to onion rings as he was.
“So according to what I found out. It turns out that the Countess and Virgo have some secret agreements in place,” Mary began, finally breaking the silence that was full of noises made from the greasy foods, spoons, forks, and knives.
“We found out that Virgo has been busy laying some kind of traps across this city. Unfortunately, we won’t know till they pop,” the Duchess supplemented, who seemed to have discussed the matter with Mary beforehand.
“The issue is that I can’t find out who or what they are,” Mary added. “But I was told an estimation of the operation’s beginning from an agent I have in BloodLuSt, and you guys were told that already.”
“What kind of traps?” Michael asked. He was staring curiously at Aramus who was staring at the food when they came in.
“I’m also concerned as to how it will affect the civilians. Virgo wants to wipe us all out, so I wouldn’t be surprised if those traps were placed in the most populated areas.” Aramus’ concern was overshadowed by the fact he was staring at his steak almost lustfully, pupils dilated.
“Exactly. Barring any sort of advanced technological devices, I could probably do something about them, or at least find them,” Michael added.
“That would be difficult if Mary couldn’t find them. We could ask Takeru to aid in the search if we are indeed looking for them. He has that certain set of skills we might need if there are any traces of magic leftover,” Aramus pointed out.
“Except that Virgo didn’t plant bombs. She planted live Representatives,” Mary stated. “We’re going to be forced to split our forces to intercept them. Needless to say, it’s a simple yet effective idea on our enemy’s part.”
“Ugh, like that Judgement Reaper brat we faced on the plane. Those would be even worse than bombs. Indiscriminate slaughter would be another aim of theirs.”
“I should probably contact Emilia so she can tell her peers here to watch out, too. Hopefully they won’t involve the other Infernals here too while they’re at it,” Michael stated.
“I would still attempt to look for the Reps if possible. If we can even locate one or two of them, it would help us greatly. That is, if we have the time to spare,” Aramus said with an onion straw in his hand, shoving it in right after.
“Wait, Judgement Reaper you say?” Mary asked.
“Yeah, some brat with a scythe. He was asking about Duke Powlett, but I saw him fall off the plane with someone else. The kid took off at the same time they fell,” Aramus said, this time cutting a slice of meat.
“Duke Powlett did return earlier and he seemed absolutely unscathed,” Duchess Frederica informed. “He said he was going to the party or something when I last saw him…”
“Fancy that,” Aramus said with a shrug. “As expected of a Duke.”
“More importantly, that was one of those Representatives,” Mary said. “I’m surprised you met one… but I suppose they were after the Duke.”
“Just my bad luck at work again,” Aramus said sourly.
“I think we should be focusing on the trap situation at hand,” Michael butted in.
“If the traps are the Representatives then at least we know what one of them… dresses up like?” Elizabeth said. “We couldn’t see his face thanks to his hood, but he was a teenager from how he sounded, and his height too.”
“Clothes are easily replaced, Miss. But you’re correct. We know his build and how he sounds; that’s useful. What does his weapon look like?” Michael asked.
“It’s a black scythe. He can literally move like the wind and seems to be able to transform into the wind as well. Teacher fought him directly so he should know more,” Elizabeth answered.
“Well, Aramus, we’re waiting on you,” Takeru said, who had been listening attentively.
“Kid had a pretty nasty Representative move or something similar. Turns the air rancid and then it starts to eat away at whatever material there is. Metal, clothes, skin, you get the idea. Don’t stay in it too long and you’ll be fine, but the effect persisted for some time.” Aramus scrunched his face up at the memory of that. “Also, he has a another spell, probably Supreme. It was very similar to one of my own. A bolt of lightning that came down so fast, even I didn’t have much time to react. I was saved by my Relic armor but for those who don’t have any form of protection, it could be life threatening.”
“Hm, so he is one of those Representatives that knows Supreme spells and has a Commandment. This won’t be so easy. If he can do all that with the winds, it means he is extremely good with mobility,” Takeru assessed.
“I did managed to lock him down for a moment with magnetism but we will need to take him down during that short window,” Aramus added.
“Assuming we face him,” Mary said. “There are about six others or so…”
“Have to prepare for the worst. There’s no counting on what they might do. It’s not like all of us can fight each Representative head to head and come out on top,” Aramus replied.
“Even if we have hundreds of mages, it will still mean pulling them apart. Not just that, mages cannot easily throw their arsenal around with civilians present, either,” the Duchess stated. “This place is just not the best battlefield, but I suppose that is exactly the enemy’s intention.”
“Honestly speaking, I do not think the city will survive this battle,” Aramus said.
“Can’t we do anything to at least get some people out beforehand?” Michael finally started eating.
“The government believes us not.” The Duchess shrugged.
“Unfortunately finding out is hard enough… I could not procure any conclusive proof,” Mary said, shaking her head.
“We can only deal with it,” Lily finally said. “It is what we decided to do to begin with.”
“That’s right,” Takeru agreed. “If we take the whole world into account. We’ll have to face this sacrifice with some courage.”
“I see,” Michael said. He set down his silverware as he remembered that night he first encountered the Countess:
“So what if I have to kill a few people to achieve it? All the killing will be fruitless if I don’t do the things I do.”
Aramus pushed his plate away now that he was done eating, steepling his fingers. “We cannot save everyone, but we must do what we can.”
“I’m not saying that we should let them die,” Takeru said. “But you can’t be a child saying that no one should die, or be hopeful of it either. The better you are at acknowledging the chance of it, the better prepared we can be to face the results. In the end, you can’t expect all of those hundreds of mages to carry your sentiments. Everyone is out for their own hides.”
“I believe I know my job,” Michael said. “Mister—I forgot I haven’t got your name yet.”
“I’m sure I introduced myself before,” Takeru replied, frowning. “Besides, you don’t know a teammate after an entire month… ?” He was sorely disappointed, but now was really not the time. “Takeru Mikaido, a Magic Magister.”
“I was indisposed. Michael Kallweit, Executor of the Holy Catholic Church. I will be depending on your help in this battle.”
“I tried to get him up…” Lily muttered. “Well, Lady Duchess, how will this be handled exactly?”
“I shall provide that answer soon. After dinner, specifically,” the Duchess tersely responded.
“Any reason for it to not be now…?” Elizabeth asked, but the Duchess simply hinted secrecy.
“Well, you said you had an agent in BloodLuSt, is it possible for us to question him or her?” Takeru asked Mary.
Mary looked away. “Unfortunately, I cannot share her contact or identity. It was our agreement.”
“I suppose we cannot do anything about that. Information on BloodLuSt sounds valuable enough,” Lily said, looking down. She heard of this mysterious informant too, and wondered just who Mary was.
So many rumors surround this mysterious scholar ever since she heard the name back in the training days of the Church. It was rather unbelievable when they said that Mary was the one keeping some powerful factions in balance. After hearing these rumors for so many years, she still had questions like: how could a lady her age do so much, or how young was she when her life became so drastically complicated?
“This might be inconsiderate of me, Miss Mary, and quite a bit of a side-topic, but about what happened earlier—what we both witnessed, what happened?” Michael suddenly asked. “Will it compromise our operation?”
“About… what? I realize now that there are quite a lot times we have witnessed things together, do you not think?”
“Earlier today. Or should I not have asked about it?” Michael grew more worried that Mary seemed like she was evading the topic.
“It is fine. I doubt we will get another chance to discuss it,” Mary replied, appearing a little pained to confirm that Michael was knocking on the topic of the Archangel. She finally answered after a moment of silence, “Who knows. You seem to have gained an Archangel’s interest, and I cannot say that it may not going to compromise at all. These types of beings are beyond calculation. There is a limit to the predictability of my clairvoyance. If you would want me to tell then I would have to be with you at all times.”
“When he first appeared he called you Mary Linfield, and did it again. He criticized my failure of letting the Countess’ Representative go, and talked of the Watchers—specifically one called Ananiel. I know not about any of these, but he acted as if I should. And that worries me.” Michael completely forgot he was dining with people aside from Mary now, for his focus was solely on her and her alone.
“Linfield… wait, isn’t that one of the family names of the scholars in our Academy?” Takeru interrupted. “We have a student around Miss Mary Shelley’s age with the same surname. Aramus, she was in your class.”
“I’ll take note once we head back to Academy. She hasn’t particularly stood out or anything though,” Aramus said with a nod.
“Wait, so that thing was really Archangel Uriel with you, Michael?” Lily asked.
“According to Miss Mary, yes.”
“It’s rare, but it’s not unheard of,” Takeru said. “I heard it from someone who specialized in the Dominion Lore once, that certain angels take to looking over individuals they find special. When we say †˜special’ here, it definitely doesn’t concern status or wealth or the likes.”
“I wouldn’t have minded as much if it weren’t for the things he was saying, or are those part of this too?” Michael did feel glad that an Archangel deemed him special for something, but he did not enjoy being kept in the dark if important matters were involved. Specially if those involved people he cared about.
“Well, I wouldn’t know for sure…” Takeru said.
“That student you mentioned; is she called Charlotte?” Michael pursued.
“Charlotte? No, her name is Aozora Linfield,” Takeru answered.
Michael noted that Mary looked away at the same time Charlotte was mentioned, and a hand reached her chest, likely without thought.
“I… see.” Michael realized how uncomfortable the topic was becoming for Mary so he decided to inquire more later in private. “Well, then. If it won’t be any trouble in our work, I suppose I can bear with it. I apologize for making you feel uncomfortable Miss Mary, and to you guys for straying off-topic.”
“No… it is fine,” Mary said, looking down.
“If you really want to know, Mister Kallweit… shall I suggest a method?” the Duchess asked.
“It would be most helpful, my Lady.”
The Duchess gave Mary a glance, but she looked away. She noted this declination and continued, “Come with me after the discussions are over.”
“I will. Thank you.” Michael also noticed Mary’s reaction, but knew he had asked too much of her already. His curiosity about the Archangel’s plots was getting the better of him.
“Now, let us return to the topic, shall we?” the Duchess said.
“Alright, Mister Mikaido,” Lily began, but Takeru didn’t let her finish.
“Wait, can I please establish for you guys to not be so formal in the same team? It’s a little too much. I mean, how many halves of seconds would you waste being so rigid in the battlefield? Unless you truly respect me, you don’t have to go out of your way to remember my surname,” Takeru said. This was something he wanted to say so long ago, but their leader Aramus never really seemed to have thought about it.
“Um, alright, Mister Takeru, now that we know about BloodLuSt being involved… wouldn’t this mean that our team will be further broken down in the battlefield?”
“It is possible,” Mary said, slightly recovered from the discomfort from earlier. “Seeing as they were helping Virgo lay the foundations… I would not be surprised if they send some forces too.”
“Hmm, that would mean that this could become even more troublesome for everyone,” the Duchess stated. “I suppose every team will have to decide on how to split up in desperate situations,” she concluded, eyeing the members of the team she was with. She already started using her device to send out messages to the other teams, but she still found this to be one of the most reliable, especially because Mary was a part of it.
“Will we have ways to communicate with each other? That would mitigate the issues we’d face if separated,” Michael asked
“…Assuming you have phones…” Mary said in a nervous manner, showing a cheap model she got from somewhere. To Michael, it looked similar to a steam phone from back in England—something expensive he could never get—but the difference was readily apparent with a screen that the steam phones lacked.
“Haven’t even touched one my whole life,” Michael bluntly stated.
Some laughed nervously, some didn’t and gave Michael a curious stare.
“So, Aramus,” Takeru began. “How should we break down our team in case of a crisis?”
“Right, you’ll lead the other team and we’ll split the roles evenly. Takeru, Michael and Svetlana on one… Ellie and Lily will be with me. Mary…” Aramus said, giving the scholar a strange look.
“Totally an ordinary scholar here,” Mary said, but not laughing like usual due to the conversation earlier. “I’ll be with the other group,” she added, ushering towards Takeru.
“Alright then it’s settled, these will be the groups. Any objections?” Aramus said, looking around the table at his members.
“But I cannot say that I completely agree with the idea,” Takeru objected. “Miss Svetlana and I are teachers. Michael there is a specially trained Executioner from the Church. On the other hand, there is one Magister on your side, Aramus. I only see a student and a knight. I’d trust a knight more but… perhaps clairvoyance would be better on that side.”
“Our leader hath spoken! Mary, what say you?”
“M…Me, leader? Huh?” Takeru said, all confused.
“It makes sense. I am an ordinary scholar after all. I can see the idea of balance,” Mary agreed.
“Then these will be your teams,” Aramus said with finality. “Are you sure you don’t want to be leader though, Takeru?”
“You made this, have some sense of responsibility, would you?” Takeru replied.
“Aww. I really think you’d make a better leader though.”
“I really think you’d make a great leader too, Aramus,” Takeru said in return.
Michael cleared his throat as he accidentally swallowed a larger chunk than he could swallow. “Technically, you’d both be leaders if we’re splitting the team in two.”
“It is still an emergency measure if we do get more enemies than we can all handle at the same time,” Lily stated. “We would still merge back at some point…?”
The Duchess silently took note of a message in her terminal device and looked up. “Well, seeing as we’re done eating, shall we move into a lobby? There’s someone Mary and I have to report in details, and that’s when the leaders will know everything they have to.”
“Alright, everyone should start getting ready for the battle as well.”
“As for you, Mister Kallweit, you shall be joining us. Otherwise I may forget about my own invitation,” the Duchess said with a hearty laugh.
“As you wish,” Michael felt bad he couldn’t completely finish his food, nor carry it home for he had no container with him. Surely, he would dream about this wasted food later.
“May I suggest that Miss Svetlana joins that part? I’ll need Lily here to get her up,” Takeru suggested. “She’s been sleeping enough. She has to be filled in with the situation too.”
“I will wake her up,” Lily said, giving a nod.
“We will be waiting at the big lobby. You know which one I assume,” the Duchess stated, and the knight left subsequently. “And for those not ready enough, just get some sleep. You will need all the rest you can get.”