Seras ran through the corridors of the Hellsing manor after she had killed every last vampire and their commander, Zorin Blitz. She hadn't expected her new power to feel so extraordinary. But what intrigued her most was why she had fallen into that strange trance-like state. Even though Seras understood exactly what she had been doing—as if she had wielded this power for many years.
Seras kept running and glanced down at her hands, now covered by black gloves. She already knew these were her Apostle weapon, and she even knew how to use them and what they were capable of. Seras decided she would ask Alex in detail later about exactly what kind of being she had become.
But first, she wanted to check on the others before heading into London to join Alex and Integra and offer help there. Bursting into the observation room, Seras froze when every pair of eyes turned toward her. The surviving mercenaries stared at her warily after witnessing how methodically she had cleared the entire corridor of vampires and ghouls, then gone to finish off the vampire commander.
What left the deepest impression on them was how casually she had swatted away the rocket fired at her. Feeling those stares, Seras began shifting awkwardly in place, unsure what to say.
When they realized Seras was still herself, the mercenaries let out relieved breaths and started laughing, thanking her for the help and for saving them. Hearing their words, Seras smiled and accepted their gratitude.
"Now that you're done, welcome to the Guild. You're officially one of us now," Price said with a light smile, patting Seras on the shoulder and holding out a Guild emblem.
Seras looked down at the emblem resting in Price's palm. She took it and examined it. A sword and shield were engraved on its surface. Seras smiled and pinned the emblem to her sleeve beside the Hellsing insignia.
The rest of Alex's group congratulated her in their own ways—patting her shoulder and welcoming her to the Guild. Seras didn't quite understand what Guild they were talking about, but she was happy to be accepted. The mercenaries, meanwhile, grew curious about this "Guild"—especially Bernadotte, who had already heard from the guys that Alex wanted to invite him to join.
"Is there anything else I can help with?" Seras asked after listening to all the congratulations directed her way.
"Nah. We've got it from here, kid. You'd better go—the boss is probably waiting for you. You've got a lot of questions, I bet," Lem said with a small smile.
Seras looked at Lem, then at the rest of Alex's people. They all nodded, confirming they could handle things themselves. Seras smiled back, nodded, and immediately dashed out of the observation room. She began accelerating to build speed. Once she had enough momentum, Seras leaped through a window—her clothing rippled slightly as large bat wings erupted from her back.
Taking flight, Seras grinned because her idea had worked perfectly. Her wings gave a powerful flap. In the next instant there was a sonic boom as she broke the sound barrier and shot into the sky.
Soaring high above the clouds, Seras closed her eyes and simply listened to her new senses, feeling the wind rush over her. Trying to adjust to these unfamiliar sensations, Seras began to realize that she now perceived the world in an entirely different way. Opening her eyes, she looked down at the flame-engulfed London and her gaze settled on the Millennium airship drifting slowly above the city.
Shifting her gaze farther, Seras saw Crusaders battling vampires, saw civilians still dying in the crossfire. As she watched, it started to feel like the city below was somehow… wrong.
"Everything down there feels so unreal…" Seras murmured, staring at the blazing London and the war raging beneath her.
Seras couldn't understand why the city below felt like it didn't truly exist. But she also knew she couldn't find the answer to that question right now. Her gaze continued wandering across the burning city until it stopped on one specific point.
A wide smile instantly spread across Seras's face. Her wings snapped powerfully behind her, and she shot forward—creating another sonic boom as she broke the sound barrier once more. Seras flew at such tremendous speed that from below it looked like a comet was streaking toward the city. She was heading straight toward where she could sense Alex's presence. Flying toward him, a huge smile remained on her face—she had so much she wanted to tell him, and she wanted to hug him just as badly.
As Seras flew over burning London, many noticed her. The Major in particular showed considerable interest in Seras's transformation. But he quickly lost interest, deciding she was simply another copy of Alucard that had finally awakened.
The Major didn't care about Seras—his stage was already set, and he was waiting for the return of the final and most important actress, who was already quite close. He looked in the direction where the phantom ship was approaching, carrying Alucard on board.
"It's almost time. Very soon the final act of the play 'Tragedy at Dawn' will begin. All the actors have gathered in one place, awaiting the appearance of the prima donna. The curtain has already risen in anticipation of the finale," the Major said with a wide smile, spreading his arms wide.
Behind him stood the Doctor and Walter, and beside them—Schrödinger, who looked as though he had never left and had never been killed by Seras. Walter glanced at the Major's back and turned away, unwilling to watch any longer. The Doctor, meanwhile, applauded loudly—as though the Major were the greatest director who had staged a play that would be remembered for decades.
Schrödinger, standing next to the Doctor, clapped along with a childlike smile—more out of politeness than genuine belief in the brilliance of the Major's plan. As he clapped, he noticed a drop of blood fall onto his green gloves. Seeing his own blood, a thoughtful expression appeared on Schrödinger's face.
"Officer Schrödinger, wipe your face—you're bleeding from the nose again," the Doctor said irritably, handing him a handkerchief.
"Thanks, Doc," Schrödinger replied with a smile, dabbing the blood from his nose.
"Officer Schrödinger, this is the third time your nose has bled. What's the problem?" the Major asked, turning his head.
Schrödinger tilted his head to the side, still pressing the white handkerchief to his nose. Gradually the cloth became soaked with the blood flowing from his nostrils. He himself was trying to understand why he was bleeding. But he already knew the answer: all three times it had happened were the moments when he had been killed.
The first two times he had died at Alex's hands, and the last—at the hands of the new Seras. Thinking about it, a smile spread across Schrödinger's face, and he licked the blood from his lips. The Major and the Doctor watched him with interest—even Walter glanced over curiously.
Because Walter knew that the most dangerous member of Millennium was Schrödinger—thanks to his ability to be everywhere and nowhere at once. The fact that Schrödinger was bleeding aroused considerable curiosity. After all, if Schrödinger believed himself to be unharmed and alive, then he would be.
"To be honest… I don't know," Schrödinger said innocently, spreading his arms wide—lying through his teeth.
Hearing that answer, the Doctor's legs comically buckled, and he simply collapsed. Irritated, the Doctor scrambled back to his feet and began scolding Schrödinger, who simply turned away, hands behind his head, and started whistling as if to say he had no idea.
Watching Schrödinger, the Major's eyes narrowed slightly. But a moment later a smile returned to his face, and he turned away. Schrödinger continued arguing with the Doctor without revealing what he had discovered. To him, everything around him was merely a little game he observed from every angle, everywhere and nowhere at once.
And the fact that someone had managed to injure him in his current state didn't frighten Schrödinger—it sparked genuine feline curiosity. He had thought no one could harm him as long as he was aware of himself as an individual.
But he had been injured three times now. Though the wounds were minor, it still fascinated him. Turning away from the still-scolding Doctor, Schrödinger looked in the direction Seras had flown and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Meanwhile, Alex continued sitting in the ruined tearoom with Integra and Alessa. Alessa behaved as usual—as though nothing around her concerned her and she was simply bored. Integra kept smoking her thin cigars, occasionally glancing at the watch on her wrist.
Only Alex lazily rocked back and forth in his chair, feet propped on the table, humming a light tune. Suddenly he stopped and lowered his legs from the table, drawing Integra's attention—she raised an eyebrow slightly. Alex had sensed Seras approaching at tremendous speed with no intention of slowing down.
Raising his gaze to the ceiling, Alex snapped his fingers and created a barrier around the table where they sat. Integra, noticing his action, also looked up and narrowed her eyes slightly. In the next instant there was a thunderous crash—as though something heavy had slammed onto the roof and begun smashing through the floors.
A second later Seras burst through the ceiling of the tearoom and landed in the center of the room, raising a cloud of dust. Chunks of ceiling struck the barrier Alex had created around the table. When the dust settled, Alex saw Seras's new appearance.
Alex gave a small nod and a smile. Integra began studying Seras's transformed look with interest. Seras herself, seeing Alex, immediately rushed toward him—crashing into him with her full body, wrapping her legs around his waist and hanging onto him. Before Alex could react, Seras kissed him on the lips. Seeing Seras's behavior, Integra's eyelid twitched slightly.
"Am I interrupting, Seras Victoria?" Integra asked in a cold tone.
Seras immediately froze and slowly turned her head, meeting Integra's icy stare. Integra sat in her chair, arms crossed, thin cigar clenched between her teeth. Seras slowly slid off Alex and quickly straightened her clothes, standing in front of Integra.
In that moment Seras felt like a child caught red-handed. Integra calmly studied Seras's new appearance, trying to gauge how much she had changed. Seras herself continued to fidget nervously.
Alex watched the scene and shook his head slightly. He looked at Seras's clothing and crouched a little to confirm his suspicions. After crouching, he realized that Seras's Apostle attire had only changed color—the short skirt remained exactly as it was.
"Sigh… Looks like shorts or pants just aren't in your future, Seras," Alex said in a mournful tone.
Hearing Alex's voice behind her, Seras immediately jumped aside, pressing a hand to the hem of her skirt. She glared at Alex with a flushed face because he had looked under her skirt—she didn't even register what he had actually said. Integra calmly glanced at Alex and understood the reason for his comment—she knew that Alucard's clothing was also part of her power.
But what Integra wasn't sure about was exactly what Seras had become after drinking Alex's blood. It wasn't hard to guess that Seras would definitely not drink human blood except in extreme circumstances. And Integra knew Alex had given Seras a single drop of his blood.
Taking another drag, Integra shifted her gaze to Seras—who was still pressing the hem of her skirt down with a flushed face. Right now, the only thing Integra wanted to know was precisely what Seras had become after drinking Alex's blood.
"Pervert! Why did you look under my skirt?!" Seras cried, face burning red.
"I was just checking your outfit—no need to be shy. What haven't I seen before?" Alex replied, rolling his eyes—which only made Seras blush even harder.
"So what happened to Seras's clothes? And what exactly has she become?" Integra asked, exhaling smoke around her cigar.
"Seras has become an apostle… my apostle. As for what she has become… She has retained her vampiric nature, but at the same time… how should I put it…" Alex said, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
"Mommy Seras is now both a vampire and not a vampire at the same time. She can be called something entirely new," Alessa said, joining the conversation.
Alex nodded at Alessa's words, confirming them. Using his magical sight, he had examined the foundation of Seras's existence and saw within her the nature of a Nosferatu—Seras had retained all the core abilities of a Nosferatu. Alex began explaining which Nosferatu powers Seras had kept: absorbing souls through blood, manipulating blood, eternal life—but at the same time, having become an Apostle of Destruction, she had gained new ones. Integra gave a slight nod, listening to Alex's explanation while watching Seras—who also nodded in confirmation.
But when Alex said that she no longer needed to sleep in a coffin or drink blood to maintain her strength, and that she could now eat normal human food without issue—Seras's face instantly lit up with a huge smile. Unable to hold back, she leaped onto Alex again and peppered his face with quick kisses.
Seras would have kept showering Alex's face with kisses if not for Integra's deliberate cough. Integra watched with a cold stare. Seras immediately became embarrassed again and slid off Alex, standing beside him.
"Don't you want to share how you managed to make Seras your apostle?" Integra asked calmly, flicking ash from her thin cigar straight onto the floor.
"Explaining it in two words would be difficult. Like I already said—I'll tell you everything when this is over. There's a lot to explain, and this information will change how you see the world quite drastically," Alex replied, tilting his head slightly.
"Sigh… Your ridiculous excuses again… Fine. This is the last time I let you hide anything from me. When all this is finished—as you said—we're going to have a very long conversation. And it won't end until you've told me everything," Integra said, exhaling smoke around her cigar.
"Of course. Now then, Seras—show us what kind of weapon you received. I want to see it," Alex said, nodding and looking at her.
"These gloves," Seras said, raising her hands.
"Just gloves?" Integra asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh no. Watch this," Seras replied, a little embarrassed.
Seras focused, and the black gloves on her hands dissolved into black mist that instantly reshaped into a machine gun. Alex nodded—he immediately understood that, unlike Rory who had received a scythe upon becoming his apostle, Seras had gained a weapon with no fixed form. It could take any shape she desired.
Alex became curious about what kinds of weapons Seras could create. Integra was also interested, though she showed it more reservedly and simply observed. Because Alex kept demanding rapid changes of weapon form, Seras pushed herself to the limit to keep switching.
While Seras changed weapon forms at his request, Alex noticed that her Apostle weapon mostly took the shape of firearms. And though he wanted to know the limits of how large a weapon she could create, even from this initial test he had already learned a great deal.
When Alex finally stopped asking her to change forms, Seras let out a relieved breath. The weapon in her hands dissolved back into black mist and reformed as black gloves. She exhaled heavily—she hadn't expected switching weapon forms at such a rapid pace to be so exhausting.
"Excellent work, Seras. You just need more practice so you can create weapons instantly, or combine them and make unique ammunition," Alex said, ruffling her hair gently.
"Combine them? Unique ammunition? How? I can do that?" Seras asked in surprise, looking up at him.
"Yes, you can. You create the bullets with your power, after all. Giving them special effects just takes practice. But I think you'll learn quickly. As for combining weapons—that's something you'll have to figure out yourself. I don't need to hold your hand anymore," Alex said with a light laugh.
Seras nodded and raised her hand, trying to understand how to create bullets and imbue them with effects as Alex had described. Black mist gathered on her glove and eventually took the form of an ordinary shotgun shell. Sighing, Seras realized she hadn't succeeded.
Integra had watched the entire conversation between Alex and Seras, continuing to assess Seras's new abilities. She didn't deny that Seras had become far stronger than before and gave a small nod—understanding that Hellsing had gained a new and extremely valuable asset in Seras.
But suddenly Alex, Seras, Integra, and Alessa all turned their heads in the same direction. A faint smile appeared on Alex's face as he sensed Alucard's arrival. Seras was also delighted by Alucard's return—even Integra's lips curved into a small smile.
"Looks like she's finally back," Integra said, cigar still clenched between her teeth.
Alex and Seras nodded. Alucard's arrival wasn't felt only by Alex's group—everyone in London sensed her return. Anderson, leading the Iscariot members through ruined London, suddenly stopped and looked in the direction from which he felt Alucard approaching.
Maxwell, issuing orders to the Crusaders, received an urgent report. Reading it, panic gripped him—Alucard had returned earlier than expected. Fear washed over Maxwell as he turned his head toward the ruined London Bridge. He began to tremble, sensing Alucard drawing near.
From atop his airship, the Major watched the thick fog rolling toward London. Everyone in the city felt Alucard's approach. But they didn't just sense her—they also heard it: the sound of a cello echoed across the entire city.
At the same time, the thick fog containing the phantom ship drew closer to London, and from within that fog came the haunting melody of a cello that sent shivers down every spine. Alucard had remained standing at the bow of the ruined aircraft carrier ever since Alex left.
She held her hands before her face as though in prayer, a wide smile on her lips revealing sharp fangs, her bright red eyes glowing through the dense fog. Behind her, seated on a chair, was Alex's clone—still dressed in a Pikachu costume beneath a formal black suit—playing the cello.
Despite the clone's comical appearance, the music he played sounded deeply ominous, as though accompanying the arrival of something far more sinister. The phantom ship continued gliding along the Thames, accompanied by that eerie melody. At the same moment, the crates on the deck activated—capsules shot high into the sky. Seconds later, a rain of blood began to fall, making the atmosphere even more foreboding.
Alex, who had stepped out of the ruined tearoom together with Integra and Seras, who was now carrying Alessa in her arms, saw it all—and his eyelid began twitching violently. He had asked his clone to make an impressive entrance for Alucard… and it had turned out horrifyingly ominous.
Listening to the sinister cello melody and watching the rain of blood, Integra turned her gaze to Alex—certain this was his doing. Even Seras was too stunned to comment on what she was seeing and hearing. Alessa watched everything with an empty expression but thought her mother Wednesday would have loved this atmosphere.
"I asked for it to be done normally…" Alex groaned, covering his face with his hand.
"So I understand this is your handiwork. What exactly were you trying to achieve?" Integra asked, staring at him.
"I thought it would be a cool entrance for Carmilla. Instead it looks like the final horror-movie monster just arrived. And this blood rain on top of everything…" Alex groaned again, lowering his hand from his face.
"You decided to turn the whole thing into a performance?" Integra asked, still watching him.
"Well… maybe… just a little. It's not every day you get the chance to pull off something on this scale. The city isn't real anyway, so I figured—why not have a little fun?" Alex said, trying to explain his reasoning. Integra gave a small nod.
"So that's why the city felt so wrong to me. It's not real. But what about the people? The civilians, I mean?" Seras asked, finally receiving an answer to why London had seemed unreal.
"The people aren't real either, Mommy Seras. You would have noticed if you'd looked closely. But it's time for us to go," Alessa said, nodding.
"Let's move. It's time to end this," Integra said, preparing to leave.
"Seras, you're in charge of protecting Integra and Alessa," Alex said as he prepared to depart.
"Where are you going?" Seras asked, looking at him.
"It's time for me to step onto the stage too. And finally spring this trap shut on all the ants. I didn't prepare all of this for nothing…" Alex replied. He pushed lightly off the ground and leaped onto a nearby building.
Seras, Integra, and Alessa watched as Alex landed on the rooftop and immediately vanished from sight. Seras looked at Integra, understanding they needed to hurry too. Integra nodded, giving Seras permission to do what was necessary. Seras nodded back, wrapped an arm around Integra's waist, and spread her bat wings behind her. With a powerful flap, she launched into the sky.
At the same time, the ruined aircraft carrier continued drifting along the Thames. Alucard stood at the edge of the deck, twin pistols in hand, a wide smile on her face. When she was close enough, Alucard accelerated—kicking off the edge of the deck and soaring into the sky. She flew over burning London straight toward the central square where Crusaders and vampires were locked in battle.
She landed slowly in the very center between both sides, still smiling broadly. Both factions recoiled the moment she appeared. A wind swept through, carrying Bible pages that swirled in front of the Crusader ranks. When the pages scattered, Anderson stood in their place.
From the Millennium airship, the Captain dropped down and landed beside the vampire soldiers. Alucard stood in the center, gazing at everyone around her—yet she didn't see the final participant. Not only Alucard noticed this; both the Captain and Anderson realized Alex was still absent.
Both were certain he would appear. And as if to confirm their thoughts, a crimson spear fell from the sky and struck the ground opposite Alucard. The spear hit with such force that cracks spiderwebbed outward from the impact point. And atop the spear landed Alex. When he appeared, a faint smile curved Alucard's lips.
"Hello, my love," Alex said, leaping down from the spear's tip.
"A single day felt like an eternity," Alucard replied calmly.
Alex stood opposite her with a gentle smile, resting the crimson spear on his shoulder. Anderson and the Captain approached from both sides, positioning themselves between Alex and Alucard. An ominous silence fell over the central square—no one spoke, as though the entire world had suddenly gone quiet in anticipation of what was to come.
Alex, Alucard, Anderson, and the Captain stared at one another without a word. Behind Anderson stood more than two thousand Crusaders. Behind the Captain stood nearly a thousand vampire soldiers. Behind Alex and Alucard—no army stood at all. They didn't need one.
But the soldiers on both sides felt fear—fear beyond words. The mere presence of Alex and Alucard on this battlefield inspired genuine, primal terror.
To Integra—watching from a nearby rooftop—this sight resembled a painting she had once seen in the Royal Museum of London. Seras held Alessa in her arms and watched what was happening below. In any normal situation Seras would have been nervous—but now she felt only calm focus, ready to fight if necessary.
"My lady! Mistress! My lady Integra Hellsing! Give the order! I am your servant! The vampire Alucard! So give me your command!" Alucard's voice echoed across the central square.
"Destroy them all! Let none escape this island alive! Let the white garments of the warriors with silver weapons become crimson. Let the black garments of the warriors with iron weapons become crimson. Every last one… Let the clothing of our enemies be dyed scarlet with their own blood. Kill every enemy you see. Every single one—leave no one alive!" Integra shouted, issuing the order.
Her loud voice echoed across the central square, but no one turned to look at her—because every single person present knew: the moment they looked away or even blinked, their lives would end. Gentle smiles remained on the faces of Alex and Alucard as they gazed at each other, ignoring the world around them.
But suddenly a question popped into Alex's mind: after Alucard removed all her restrictions… would she still be a woman? The question began to spin in his head, making him lose interest in everything else. What Alex didn't know was that Alucard had heard his thoughts—but she gave no sign, only smiled even wider, as though slightly offended by what he had wondered.
"I hear and obey, my lady," Alucard said calmly, a tender smile on her lips.
"Level Zero seal—released! Return! Unleash yourself thousands, tens of thousands of times and return! Let them see! Let them all see!" Integra shouted, giving the final command.
Hearing Integra's cry, Alucard exhaled a cloud of cold mist. Alex tightened his grip on the crimson spear and swung it downward. His hand slid along the shaft to the very end, and he drove the spear into the ground.
The spearhead struck with a thunderous crash. A shockwave blasted Anderson and the Captain backward. From Alex's strike, stone slabs rose on either side of him and Alucard, blocking everyone's view. Having planted the spear between himself and Alucard, Alex extended both arms forward and clenched his fists.
"They call me the Bird of Hermes…" Alucard began.
"I push open your door…" Alex spoke at the same moment.
Their voices were barely audible, yet every person present on the square heard them clearly. And in that instant everyone felt a deeply ominous premonition of what was about to happen.
At the same time, Alucard's coffin—left behind on the ruined aircraft carrier—suddenly cracked open. Red fractures spread across its surface as though the final barrier had shattered. Alucard extended her arms forward as though opening an embrace, staring straight at Alex—who stood before her with clenched fists extended.
"Devouring my own wings…" Alucard continued, never taking her eyes off him.
"All red ghosts, all cursed memories—come out. This world beyond this door is mine..." Alex said, speaking in perfect unison with Alucard and gazing into her crimson eyes.
When the next words from Alex and Alucard rang out, everyone understood—they were too late. They had to stop them immediately. From the Crusader side, Anderson hurled his silver bayonets to shatter the stone slab on his side and charge. From the Millennium side, the Captain kicked forward to break the slab on his side.
When the stone slabs on both sides were destroyed, Anderson attacked Alucard—flinging silver bayonets that pierced her body. The Captain lunged at Alex—leaping into the air and spinning to deliver a kick to Alex's head.
The Crusaders from the Vatican and the vampire soldiers from Millennium did not stand idle—they opened fire on Alex and Alucard en masse. Every single one of them felt fear and horror rising from the deepest parts of their souls.
They knew: if they did not stop Alex and Alucard here and now, a fate worse than death awaited them all. Vampire soldiers began throwing grenades and firing rocket launchers; Crusaders maintained unrelenting fire. A massive cloud of dust rose, making it impossible to see anything inside—but no one stopped.
"I tame myself…" came Alucard's cold voice from within the dust cloud.
"I have come to take what you hide. No one will hide. No one will forget," Alex's voice echoed right after, resounding in every direction.
When Alex and Alucard's voices sounded, everyone froze in place—they understood they were too late. That ominous silence lasted only a second, yet to everyone it felt like an eternity. And in the midst of that silence came the long, drawn-out creak of a door that should not exist here.
Immediately afterward, wendigos burst from the dust cloud—their bodies covered in red veins. The wendigos attacked their first victims, tearing them apart. Following the wendigos, a river of blood poured outward from the dust cloud—hands reaching from within, seizing anyone they could reach and ripping them to pieces. The blood surged like a raging torrent, sweeping everything away.
But no one saw how bloody veins began crawling across the city, covering everything in their path—while in the sky appeared a black sun and a red moon. All anyone could see was the river of blood pouring from Alucard's body.
Integra, Seras, and Alessa—watching from a nearby rooftop—saw the blood begin taking the shapes of people from different eras. Maxwell, watching from his glass command post, could not believe his eyes.
And at the center of it all stood Alucard. She was clad in black armor with golden accents; behind her billowed a black-and-crimson cloak. Her long black curls danced in the wind, and her crimson eyes glowed ominously in the darkness.
But Alucard's gaze was not fixed on the Crusaders struggling against monsters and the people rising from the river of blood; not on Maxwell screaming from his glass cabin; not on the vampire soldiers desperately fighting back. Alucard's gaze was locked on Alex—who had been swept away by the violent torrent of blood she had unleashed.
"CARMILLAAAAA!" Alex roared in irritation as the river of blood carried him farther and farther away.
Hearing Alex's shout growing more distant, a tender smile curved Alucard's lips. This was her small revenge for Alex wondering whether she would become a man in her true form.
No longer watching Alex being carried away by the river of blood, Alucard swept her arms wide as though summoning her army. In the next instant, behind her appeared the immortal cavalry that had once served her and whom she had consumed. With a wave of her hand, that deathless mounted army surged forward toward the enemy—to kill everyone still alive.
To be continued...
(Yeah, yeah, I know I ended on a cliffhanger, but you know, I had to do it. And no, I'm not a jerk, it all happened by accident... Or maybe not. Anyway, a little bit of this, a little bit of that, and that's the end of the Hellsing mini-arc. Or maybe not. I just had some plans for what would happen after this war was over. But all of that is a spoiler. Anyway, it's mealtime, and for you, my dears, I know one of you let my editor out of the basement. I'm not mad, no. Just give him back before I come for him myself. You know you can't escape. Peace, love, and my editor runs too fast.)
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