Fandom Castlevania: Hunter's Moon [Closed]

[Lucyfer]

The impromptu training that Trevor Belmont had given to the remaining citizens of Gresit had aided them immensely. Though it was still night as the trio stepped out of those catacombs and onto the streets, the amount of violence had significantly subsided, the night creatures either having all been slain, or backing off substantially. The wind was cool, the moon still just a faint sliver of light in the sky above. Alucard, as he now thought of himself, tilted his head up, catching that breeze and considering the last time he’d even had a breath of fresh air.

The act drew Sypha’s gaze up as well, and she let out a disgruntled sound, causing Alucard’s golden gaze to shift back down, “What is it?”

“You remember the prophecy,” Sypha said, for they had just been speaking of it within his resting place, “That it involves a Scholar and a Hunter?”

“Yes…,” his tone suggested some mild exasperation with the dwellings on of a prophecy that seemed to be well underway. Still, he would not stop Sypha from continuing about it. Perhaps she had a suggestion for a better hunter, or perhaps she was uncertain about herself?

“Well, there was another part, about a New Moon. It’s kind of a funny story,” she gave a chuckle that indicated it perhaps was not as funny as it ought to be, “You see, when I went down to find you on my own,” and got turned to stone, she left that out, as she gestured upwards, “it was on a new moon, and now, it is very clearly not a new moon.”

Alucard arched a singular brow. “And yet I am awake.” He never considered moon phases much into his awakening, anymore than he considered the date he would awake. Such things had been rather far from his mind with the loss of his mother, and his father lashing out so violently against him that he had to rest…and even then, he was still left with a scar.

Either a testament to the weakness of his human blood, or to the strength of his father.

“Yes,” she said, noting they were finally nearing the Speaker’s encampment, “you are, but we are also missing our Seeker of Faith. Something feels off.” Though, as she said it, she snapped her fingers, “Trevor, you had someone bless the water, maybe—” she wanted to send Trevor to go find that person. They hadn’t been in priestly garbs, which at this point Sypha considered a good thing. The clergy of this town were wretched.

Yet, before she could so much as finish that direction, her attention was caught by someone shouting out, “Adrian!” and then a flutter of wings. To her surprise, but not to Alucard’s, an owl had chosen to perch on his upper arm, which he held out as soon as he caught sight of the bird.

He still gave it a somewhat irritated look, “Must you?”

The dark owl only preened, while a man with blond hair and hazel eyes stopped on front of their group, “We were worried,” the boy’s Romanian was heavily accented. Sypha’s nose wrinkled just a little in trying to determine if she knew the accent, only to notice there was another carriage by the Speakers…with two, rather tall, black horses, that seemed to have manes of smoke.

Not just in color, she’d almost swear it was literal smoke, though at this distance she was not so sure. Just as she wasn’t entirely sure if they had fangs or not, but they were unnerving enough at first glance, even if they seemed to be standing peacefully around the other Speakers and their party.

“You know them, Alucard?” She assumed the owl was the man’s. Was that a German accent? No, no, that wasn’t quite right? What was it?

Johann seemed a touch distressed at the use of ‘Alucard’ over ‘Adrian’.

Alucard sighed, “Yes, this is Johann Sterling,” he introduced, not bothering to introduce the owl. If Cassia felt like being introduced, she could be proper about it, at the very least. Alucard took note of the flash of familiarity in Sypha’s gaze, and wasn’t surprised. Sterling was among the better known hunter families, though for werewolves, not vampires. He probably wouldn’t be much help against Dracula.

Still, Alucard offered, “Another hunter,” he added as an afterthought. Perhaps to suggest they didn’t need Trevor, after all.

“Another?” Johann glanced between the two with Alucard, nixing the woman from the list immediately. Without his family’s house symbol in sight, Trevor wasn’t ringing any bells of familiarity. Then again, Johann wasn’t from those parts – and the Belmont family had been extinguished when he was still a child.

 

[caeciliam]

“Oh good, more prophecy. Why do I feel like this whole thing is going to get much more complicated?” Trevor, weary from the battle with the night creatures and Alucard, asked with a furrowed brow. He had indeed met one priest, an ordained man who had been blessing the water, but there was another, smaller person who was giving instructions to the Speakers in the catacombs as he escorted the group down there. It was impossible to tell whether they were man or woman, though in Trevor’s defense, it had been a long, arduous week, but their accent was one he had yet to hear. They passed along salt from beneath their clothes, and there was something strange about the staff they kept at their side.

‘Just a walking stick,’ The person explained simply-- despite the many calluses that adorned the hands that held it. Despite their face being almost completely covered in shadow, save from the small bits that were illuminated by the lights of the catacombs, Trevor could not sense malice. Deception, yes, but not malice. The engravings on the staff also caused him pause, but there were greater problems to deal with than that of a small drifter with a strange stick.

Ah, speak of the devil, and he shall appear indeed. As they approached the Speaker encampment, the stranger from earlier had finally pulled down their hood to speak to Sypha’s grandfather. “Hey, you-- Yeah, you. Come here a moment, will you?” Trevor called, pointing. The elder pointed to himself at first. “No, no, not you. The other one.” He continued exasperatedly. Trevor had already decided that whatever was going to happen with Alucard’s merry band of strange forest friends and their horses was going to be his and Sypha’s business, and kept his attention towards the human matters. His ears did, however, pick up on the ‘Sterling’ family name. He’d read it at least once, in a book.

“Yes, yes, Trevor Belmont of House Belmont, vampire hunters, monster exterminators extraordinaire.” He answered blithely. It was a complicated, almost bitter feeling, seeing another member of a Hunting family, even if their specialties were different. Did he still have his family? Was he welcomed in his own country for the services he did? Sypha seemed to notice as well, though she said nothing. All it gave him were unpleasant feelings, so he looked back at the stranger. “For God’s sake-- you with the staff, would you come over here?”

Assuming he was talking about her, she turned her attention to the strange group coming forward. What was his name? Beltran? Belview? The large, rather smelly man came in like a storm; though she had to admit that his skills were real, and she owed the safety of the Speakers to him. They were the only people who had been kind to her in this city...actually, they may have been the only people kind to her on this journey thus far. She was busy trying to ask the Elder some serious questions before they prepared to travel again, but he instead encouraged her to speak with them first.

With a bow, Soo-yeon removed her hood and looked with dark, almond eyes at the strange group before her. Her brown curls swayed gently in the wind, and a distinct scar across her nose that was speckled with dust from the catacombs. “My name is Soo-yeon. I am a catholic priest and exorcist from Spain.” She bowed, shortly, though kept her eyes at all of them. The grip on her staff tightened upon seeing the horses...Literal nightmares? There was also something unsettling about the blonde man’s golden eyes. “What can this man of God do for you?”

“You don’t look like a priest.” Trevor’s eyes narrowed, cocking his head in skepticism. “And what is a lone priest doing in Wallachia if you’re that concerned with your safety?” He asked.

“Your church does not look kindly upon catholics, foreign catholics especially. This is for my safety.” Soo-yeon answered with a humorless smile, pointing at the scar on her nose. Not liking his tone, she immediately turned her attention to Sypha and...Alucard? Adrian? Did all of these people have multiple names? “I am here to find God. True faith. What better place than a den of demons?” She straightened her back and addressed everyone in the group, eyes scanning over each and every one.

“I ask again: what need do you have of me?”

 

[Lucyfer]

Johann’s eyes lit up, at first in wonder, as he heard the surname. Belmont was indeed a legend, and though they specialized in vampires, he also knew they could deal with just about any monster. Then, it shifted, a touch of worry, despite the fact this Trevor didn’t seem to recognize the literal vampire in their presence and was far more interested in a stranger he’d met briefly when he was talking to the Speakers himself.

Johann chanced a glance at Cassia, who seemed to be quite all right on Alucard’s shoulder, all of them paying attention to the one who came forward, a priest of all things. ‘Well, least he doesn’t seem to hate the Speakers as much as the Orthodoxy does.’ That was the only good thought Johann had.

He wasn’t really a fan of any clergy.

Alucard shared a similar thought as the man of God came forward. “That name is definitely not Spanish,” Sypha noted, through rather than sound as if she was accusing, she sounded excited. However, she quickly held up her hands, “Not that I don’t believe you! Many people travel,” she knew this too well, being a traveler herself, “Oh, I know where it’s from, it’s just not coming to me!”

“You have a strange interest in words.” Alucard didn’t say her comment was rude, though he thought it was, to point out to a foreigner that they were foreign, perhaps even in their homeland. He knew how that felt; he belonged neither to humans or vampires. He could imagine how the dark-eyed priest felt, as well.

“I like words and languages, they can be powerful magic,” Sypha stated, lifting one finger up as she said it. The grumblings of a chuckle started in Alucard’s throat, but didn’t go much further as Sypha continued on, “and yes – I think we do have a need of you,” even if it may not be the reason Trevor called them over. Or maybe it was – he could have seen the priest earlier. “There’s a…bit of a prophecy, and we were just looking for a Seeker of Faith, and it sounds like you may fit that description, Soo-yeon!”

“Yes,” Alucard said drily, “If you want to join a group set out to kill Dracula, that is.”

Johann’s expression fell at hearing Alucard say that, “There’s no other way, Adrian?”

Alucard just let his gaze fall, and let the owl headbutt him. A gentle affection, at least. He wouldn’t speak to other ways. He’d tried talking to Dracula, and had been wounded for it, nearly killed. He knew with the night creatures in play, it would only get worse from here.

Sypha put a hand on his arm as well, but stepped forward towards Soo-yeon, “I do not know why you are here, but if you want to help the world, then please, come with us! Vampires are often rather weak to holy things – you’d be a great help!”

 

[caeciliam]

Trevor noticed the young man’s bright eyes, but almost pointedly ignored them as if it bristled him. He didn’t want that-- that look of fascination. The Belmont family had burned to the last embers, the last embers being the man himself standing before them. It wasn’t as if he didn’t notice the bird and its...strange qualities, but he was tired and trying (keyword: trying) to give Alucard and his vampirical companion the benefit of the doubt, or to at least start the proper introduction. He was on edge dealing with Alucard and his half-vampire heritage already; Trevor wanted the element of surprise if and when the supernatural owl decided to ‘bare its fangs,’ in a manner of speaking.

His eyes occasionally darted back to Alucard and the bird, and while his body language seemed at ease, it couldn’t be ignored that he kept his whip-hand free and very close to the weapon at his hip. His lips almost--almost, quirked up at Sypha’s remark in a sardonic smile: at least someone said it.

Soo-yeon wasn’t unfamiliar with this treatment, not only her name but her features were decidedly not Spanish. At least she wasn’t vitriolic; more curious than anything else, so she decided to help the speaker out. “My mother hailed from the kingdom of Joseon.” Her understanding of the language, however, was abysmal. She could only remember a few words from when she was very young; everything else was lost in the Latin of church services and the Spanish that surrounded her. A stranger in every land...perhaps it was the kinship with the Seeker that made her speak. “You’re right in that.”

A ‘Seeker of Faith?’ That definitely could have been described as Soo-yeon. She wanted to hear the voice of God...More than anything else in the world. Exorcisms, blessings, consecration, she could definitely do all of that just as well as any man in cloth-- She would dare to say ‘better’ considering some of the blade-carrying priests in this part of the world. But not once has she felt that ‘presence’ of something greater than she.

“Kill Dracula?” Soo-yeon clarified with a clearing of her throat, lowering her voice a bit. “You say that with the confidence of someone with a plan...and personal experience.” She couldn’t help but notice how Johann spoke with Alucard, with remorse. Regret? She aimed her gaze at Alucard to address him. There was a hidden question in her words: ‘How?’ The group would have had to address the elephant in the room before Soo-yeon agreed to anything.

Trevor deeply sighed, cracking his neck in interruption. “Are you quite finished?” Blue eyes narrowed into slits. At first, it seemed as though he was talking to Alucard, but he pointed towards the owl on his shoulder instead. “I think I’ve given you more than enough time to stop with the games. The position of ‘condescending vampire prick’ has already been filled,” A quick gesture towards Alucard. “So...what is it that you’re here for?” His tone deepened to one of suspicion, and he unhooked his whip from his belt to point at her.

It was all well and good to start the planning now, but Trevor had a hard enough time trusting one vampire...much less one that seemed unwilling to be forthright about its nature. Just because Alucard was on the side of humanity did not mean that others like him were the same; it was just as likely that the owl on his shoulders was there to be some sort of spy...or worse.

 

[Lucyfer]

Sypha snapped her fingers together as Soo-yeon stated where she gathered some of her identity from, “That’s it!” As if it had been on the tip of her tongue. Alucard gave her a dubious look, but wouldn’t get a chance to ask much else as it seemed Soo-yeon was considering what he said, and was interested in the potential cause to kill Dracula, in spite of Johann’s own words. Trevor interrupted, finally calling out the vampire on his shoulder.

Sypha did start to open her mouth to ask Trevor what he was on about, before it became clear and she tensed, staring at the owl as well, before noting the shift in Johann. As Trevor drew his whip, Johann moved his hand towards his crossbow, though he didn’t draw it up to aim it. The protective act seemed a strange one – and Sypha recognized it for it, because Johann’s gaze wasn’t on the owl, but Trevor.

The vampiress didn’t stay in owl form, but lifted herself off of Alucard’s shoulder, before shifting back into form behind him. She stood nearly as tall as him, as well. “I believe one has to be a vampire in order to be the condescending vampiric prick – and dhampir simply isn’t good enough,” she said, burgundy gaze resting on Trevor.

Alucard sighed. No surprise she’d immediately point out semantic issues.

The Speakers in the distance did not appear the least bit startled, those who noticed. Of course, they’d seen Cassia step out of the carriage with the nightmares before taking owl form, so they were already aware.

“Cassia Solis,” she introduced to the group, “no more a friend to Dracula than he is to vampires.”

Sypha’s brows knit together, “Does Dracula not have a vampire army and several allies?”

“Idiots who forget if all humans die, we have nothing to drink,” Cassia lifted one hand as she shrugged that same shoulder, “Prophecy or not, I did intend to deal with him. If you’re all heading that way, I see no reason not to join, now that I know Adrian is alive.”

“Should we be calling you Adrian?” Sypha finally broke down and asked.

Alucard didn't know how to answer. He wasn’t in a position to declare favorites for names right now, “Call me what you wish,” perhaps later he’d figure it out. Right now, he was only concerned with pressing forward and finishing things. Then he’d have the luxury of an identity. “It matters little right now, just dealing with him – though I’m not certain how well that will end for you, Cassia. The prophecy…,” he paused, frowning, and looked at Sypha.

Sypha realized what he meant to say, and opted not to say it directly. “Well, there was one tiny part of the prophecy we were confused about, but maybe you can help us understand it. You see, Soo-yeon is clearly our Seeker of Faith, and Alucard is the Sleeping Soldier. Trevor – despite Johann – is our Hunter, and I am the scholar,” she said that proudly, “but there was something about a moon in it all.”

Okay that was too vague. Even Alucard looked bemused, while Cassia canted her head. “Well, moon phases – and the timing seems off for Alucard to be awake, so, maybe, do you have something to do with the moon and phases?”

“…I’m a vampire.” Apparently that answer was also as effective as Sypha’s trying to avoid saying ‘New Moon’, so that she couldn’t just agree to it. She was trying to figure out if the vampire was related without giving her an easy in, so Trevor couldn’t argue with bringing her along, too.

To her, it was obvious vampires had ties to the moon phases.

To Sypha, not so much.

 

[caeciliam]

Soo-yeon kept her face passive, blank-- though a flicker of a smile did appear on thin lips at Sypha’s ‘Eureka!’ moment. Just a bit, since her enthusiasm felt like a welcome appearance in the face of so much death and destruction. ‘Killing’ wasn’t something any priest did, or enjoyed, but... The subject again was a question of faith: was killing a vampire truly killing? When they had already lost their mortal life? Would it involve the killing of people? She couldn’t do that, or at least, remembering some of the more unfortunate brigands on the roads who got a head full of staff, on purpose. They were alive when she left them, to be fair.

It would seem to be left unanswered for the time being in favor of Trevor’s own impatient questioning. His eyes remained narrowed and focused in a way you would never have thought he was throwing up on the road a little while back. Alcohol could numb you, but it could never take away the years of training, conditioning a Belmont had under their belt. It no longer surprised him how there were people who willingly took orders from vampires, though he could never understand it himself. If Johann wanted to fight for his vampire...mistress, as she shifted into view, it was his prerogative.

Did he like to kill people? Not really. Would it stop him from doing so? Once again: not really. Not if he had to.

“Do all vampires like to play semantics? He’s certainly a prick.” He widened his stance, just in case. “And those fangs of his seemed ‘vampire’ enough when he threatened to tear out my neck.” Even now, he always had to have the last word about everything. Still, her words held merit: what kind of death march was Dracula planning? Did he intend for all life to end with him? It certainly didn’t seem like a plan that most vampires would jump for joy with.

It was then Sypha jumped back into the conversation, bringing it back to the prophecy rather than petty bickering coming from Trevor, who was about to say ‘Pity’ in response to the mass starvation of vampires, or the seeming identity crisis that Adrian-Alucard was having that Soo-yeon didn't seem to understand either.

Soo-yeon nodded when Sypha addressed her, though still not quite knowing what this ‘prophecy’ actually was. Trevor made a nondescript grunt of ‘present’ at his name being called. The ‘moon’ was indeed a problem, but… Trevor scratched at his head with his free hand. There was...something in a book, somewhere back home. Allegedly, vampires had special powers depending on when they were turned-- of course, all of them had some sort of universal bastardry that made them a pain in the arse to fight-- but some had other powers. Those, like Dracula, were the hardest to fight, and the hardest to find.

“So, basically, you’re telling us you’re the ‘birthday girl’ of the bunch?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. “Really, I can’t believe it. A Belmont fighting with two other vampires-- excuse me, vampire and dhampir--” He interrupted himself before he could be corrected again. “A priest who is approximately five inches tall, and a Speaker who spent the last three days encased in stone.” He shook his head in disbelief.

“Why the fuck not? Let’s go.” It might as well happen.

 

[Lucyfer]

A smirk curved onto Cassia’s lips as Trevor questioned semantics, before trying, futilely, to point out how he was right. Cassia absolutely wanted to challenge that further – though, she’d agree, all vampires usually did have some interest in semantics. Perhaps it was the curse of learning so many languages as time went on. Semantics were something they learned rather quickly.

However, Sypha had turned things back to this prophecy, and things seemed to be falling into place for Trevor. As Alucard groaned at Trevor’s correction to dhampir, Cassia just lifted her brows, trying to understand how she was roped into an actual prophecy, and why a Belmont was agreeing so readily. ‘Probably drunk.’ He did smell of alcohol, though it seemed sour and old.

Not worth a drink to test, at any rate.

Sypha scowled at Trevor when Cassia chuckled at the height comment, “Trevor, that’s not nice,” as if he should be nice. Sypha looked back at Soo-yeon, “I’m sorry for him, he seems to enjoy being a jerk.”

“So, what is this prophecy business all about?” Cassia asked.

“To summarize, there is a group of five who are meant to save the world, and the prophecy involves a New Moon. I didn’t think of it in terms of a vampire, but…you were turned on a New Moon, weren’t you?” He arched a brow, and Cassia nodded. Not uncommon knowledge, though perhaps she should have guarded it more. It never seemed to matter, the few hunters who came her way for her head didn’t find the knowledge too useful for saving their own lives.

“Oooooh!” Sypha’s epiphany was as notable as before. “Well, that settles it!” Sypha stated, “We’ll need you along with us to overcome Dracula.”

“Good thing I was already planning on it,” Cassia noted.

“Er…should I be coming along, then?” Johann didn’t really have another place to be. “If there aren’t six….”

“We just won’t take you to fight Dracula, you can wait outside with the horses,” Cassia chuckled, not posing an argument that he was the hunter over Trevor. That was just foolish.

“Well – I suppose we should get supplies – oh, that is – sorry, I guess you’ve never formally agreed,” Sypha said, as Alucard moved off, “Hey, where are you going?”

“Supplies,” he offered in a dry tone. “I assume we’ll need some water and food for the journey, I can take care of gathering that.”

“Do you even have money?” Sypha asked, and Alucard paused.

No, he supposed he didn’t. That hadn’t been a great concern to him, and were people still going to want money here? ‘Probably.’ Humanity was slow at changing when it came to things like this, and ever-greedy.

 

[caeciliam]

Even if Cassia had managed to get it out, perhaps it was better since he most likely would not have retained the information at the present time. Or, really, any time. Trevor didn’t plan on conversing with many vampires anyway, semantics or not. At least Sypha was intent on keeping things on track with the whole ‘killing Dracula’ business.

As a matter of fact, he was still fighting off a hangover, but the other reason for his agreement was that Alucard had proven himself when they fought. If you can’t beat them, join them; or at least attempt to kill Dracula with them. It did not, however, stop him from giving Alucard a blistering look-- if he was going to start complaining about word choices as well, Trevor may really lose his mind.

Soo-yeon was already keenly aware of the height difference. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know she was short, at least compared to the people here. “It’s fine.” She raised her hand, and gave Trevor her most saintly smile. “I can’t change my height, but I would suggest you take a bath first and foremost before lecturing others. Cleanliness is next to godliness, unless that’s how you intend to fight Dracula.” The way he stunk of wine, blood that may or may not have been his own, and a more than a little bit of hard road was starkly clear even at her distance.

Trevor made a face in response to both her and Sypha, but couldn’t exactly argue. Not many places were very forthcoming in offering him bed and bath.

Soo-yeon returned to thinking, biting her thumb pensively. Even now, there wasn’t much to go off of. She did not believe in prophecies, per se, but she did believe that, despite their...eccentricities, to put it lightly, they had done more good in a short amount of time than she would be able to on her own. If anything, simply traveling with them to find ways to stop the killing would be more worthwhile than the wandering she did on her own. “I’ll accompany you.” She decided. It felt like the decision had already been made before this, but it was worth it to voice her assent. For whatever it may have been worth.

Trevor looked once again at Johann, who seemed more than a bit confused. Even if he was the real Hunter of prophecy, he had no intentions of leaving them to fight Dracula on their own. He was cantankerous and rude, that much Sypha was right about, but he knew when to rise above it. Something inside him felt that it was right to do this. “Even if we succeed, we’re going to need help fighting off whatever is left. That could be your contribution.” He answered blithely.

It all seemed settled. Alucard was going to go buy supplies...without any money. Trevor didn’t have too much either, what little he had left was spent that morning on some goat meat. It was a good question… “Sypha, do any of us have money?” Cassia was from another land, but she looked like she came from money, though he would be loath to ask aloud. Instead, he aimed a questioning look towards the tall vampiress.

“I have a bit.” Soo-yeon volunteered, holding a small bag of coins. Most of it was the last of her traveling expenses. Priests took a vow of modest living, but also...one needed to eat. Admittedly, some of it was also ‘reclaimed’ from the bandits on the road. Just enough to get by. “We could also barter. Do we have anything that we can trade for supplies? Something that the people here can find useful?”

 

[Lucyfer]

Cassia couldn’t help but laugh at Soo-yeon’s comment to Trevor, much as Sypha tried to maintain some neutrality and scowl at Soo-yeon as well for being rude. Alucard allowed himself a short laugh, that faded quickly. He still wasn’t quite in good humor, but he was already certain he’d appreciate anyone poking fun at the Belmont who seemed to be in an even fouler mood. And he did stink.

“Unfortunately, Dracula’s dealt with worse stenches,” Alucard commented, a bit off-hand. He could think of many of his mother’s rather potent potions. His father might not need to breathe, but Alucard did, which had made life a bit difficult at times. He assumed his father just held his breath.

“I think I’m going to like you,” Cassia said to Soo-yeon, before the topic of money came up. She had money. She knew that look from the Belmont, too, and arched a brow as he tried to give her just a look. ‘Beg.’ She didn’t say it, though she was tempted to get him to actually say what he wanted.

Johann wouldn’t let it play out, adding, “We have funds. One of us may not need to buy food, but I do,” and so did the Nightmares, really, although they could hunt fine on their own, their diet shifting between literal dreams, and raw meat. They were not the…easiest horses to get along with, though in a world becoming overcome with demons, they were probably the best horses for the job.

“I can likely get some from my family, too,” Sypha said, sighing as she realized that both Alucard and Trevor were poor. She’d thought Trevor might have some. Alucard, not so much. He’d been buried for over a year, kind of.

“Okay,” Sypha sighed, putting her hands together, “Let’s split up to get what’s needed. Soo-yeon, go with Alucard to get water, Trevor, go with Johann to get food,” probably better to put those together instead of Trevor and the vampires; Sypha had a feeling one of them would have their neck torn out, and it probably wasn’t Cassia. She also assumed water would be cheaper tog get, so Soo-yeon and Alucard wouldn’t need to barter. “Cassia and I can pick up miscellaneous goods!”

She assumed no one would have a problem with it.

Alucard didn’t seem to, as he gave a simple nod, and looked to Soo-yeon to join him. Johann sighed, “I’ll go back to the carriage to get our funds,” he walked back towards it, the nightmares utterly disregarding him. They knew him well enough.