Alex entered the military museum in London accompanied by Seras, and his first thought was simply to stroll through the corridors and take a look around. He knew that Enrico Maxwell had deliberately delayed his arrival just to irritate Integra. Realizing he had several hours to explore the museum, Alex was quite pleased — finally, there was time for a calm, leisurely walk without rush or tension.

He immediately headed to the military hardware hall to have a look, and Seras promptly followed — she had absolutely no desire to wander the huge museum alone. Alucard, as usual, had vanished somewhere, while Integra and Walter went to the painting hall as indicated in the letter.

Strolling through the military hardware hall, Alex simply looked around — he didn’t even feel the urge to steal any of the exhibits. The old military equipment looked pleasant to the eye, of course, but to Alex it held no real value: neither practical nor collectible.

Alex and Seras moved from one hall to another, occasionally running into guided tour groups following their guide. The guide would tell some story or other — about a tank that took part in key battles, or an artillery gun that played an important role in the war.

Seras walked quietly beside Alex, watching him examine the exhibits while chatting with him about various topics to pass the time. After all, she had come here only as Integra’s bodyguard — in case something went wrong. But inside, Seras still carried the unpleasant feeling from her encounter with Father Alexander Anderson, who had nearly killed her in the past when she was just getting used to being a vampire.

And Seras honestly admitted to herself: it had not been the most pleasant experience, and definitely not the most pleasant meeting in her life. More than anything, she wanted to avoid any unnecessary fight that could break out at any moment.

Time kept passing, and while Alex and Seras calmly wandered the museum, Integra remained in the painting hall together with Walter, waiting for Bishop Maxwell who had invited her to the meeting. The longer time dragged on, the more irritated Integra became — though she showed none of it outwardly.

Hiding her annoyance, she stood with her hands behind her back, gazing at a large painting depicting war and the confrontation between two sides of a conflict. Integra calmly studied the canvas, as though the image perfectly described what was currently happening in Hellsing.

“What time is it, Walter?” Integra asked without taking her eyes off the painting.

“It’s already past three in the afternoon,” Walter replied, standing a few steps behind her.

“They ask us for a meeting and then arrive late. Were they trying to lure us into a trap?” Integra said calmly, though a faint mocking note crept into her voice at her own paranoia.

“Even they wouldn’t pull something like that in broad daylight. Especially not in the heart of enemy territory,” Walter answered calmly, responding to her question.

Integra merely sighed, understanding that her suspicions were baseless. She hadn’t come to this meeting alone — she had brought Alucard, Seras, and Alex. And even though they weren’t beside her right now, she clearly sensed Alex’s and Alucard’s presence somewhere in the museum. Still, the unpleasant feeling refused to leave her.

Despite the fact that Alex had brought a sufficient amount of documents on Millennium, Integra still wanted to understand what the organization was plotting and why they had resumed creating artificial vampires.

Throughout the entire week she had tried to unravel Millennium’s plans but hadn’t reached any definitive conclusion. The most unsettling part was the silence that followed the attack on Hellsing — and that silence was far more frightening than open war.

While Integra once again sank into her thoughts, she heard voices and the sound of approaching footsteps.

“This place truly must be seen with one’s own eyes. Excellent exhibition — I expected nothing less from the Royal Museum,” came the calm and refined voice of Enrico Maxwell.

“You are absolutely right, Bishop,” replied the priest walking behind him.

Integra didn’t even turn her head to look at Maxwell, who had arrived so late. Thanks to her cold nature, she quickly composed herself — she had come here for information, not emotions.

And just as Alex had told her the previous evening, she simply needed to play along in the game Maxwell himself had started. Seeing Integra standing with an expressionless face, a faint, mocking smile appeared on Maxwell’s lips — as though nothing unusual had happened.

“What’s wrong? Are we late?” Maxwell asked, still smiling mockingly.

“It would appear so,” replied the elderly priest who had come with him.

At that moment Maxwell barely suppressed a laugh — he had deliberately arrived several hours late just to infuriate Integra even more. As one of the bishops in the Vatican and head of the secret thirteenth department, Maxwell hated Protestants above all else and considered them disgusting.

And if he could anger someone like Integra — it would only make his day even better. After all, he had come to London to become the third party in the conflict between Hellsing and Millennium — and ultimately emerge the victor.

“Good day. Sorry we’re late…” Maxwell said with a friendly smile, taking a step toward Integra.

“Don’t come any closer!” Integra said, raising her voice and fixing Maxwell with her cold eyes.

Maxwell froze in place at her icy tone, and his smile faltered for a moment — from the way Integra had spoken. But he quickly put the smile back on his face, as though nothing had happened.

Integra’s reaction was entirely justified: she never allowed people she didn’t trust to get close to her — especially not the head of the Vatican’s secret department, for whom she had zero trust.

“What could possibly bring the Vatican here? And not just the Vatican — but the bloodthirsty organization Iscariot,” Integra asked, staring at Maxwell with cold eyes.

“What an awkward start… It seems we’re not welcome here. Allow me to introduce myself properly… I am the head of the Iscariot organization. My name is Enrico Maxwell. A pleasure to meet you,” Maxwell said, removing his glasses and giving a slight bow as was proper upon introduction.

“I don’t care who you are. What do you want?” Integra said, ignoring his greeting and gestures.

“Come now… There’s no need to be angry. We didn’t come here to start a fight,” Maxwell said in an innocent tone, waving his hands in a placating gesture.

“What nonsense?! You violated the terms of our agreement when you sent Agent Anderson to Belfast in Northern Ireland. He attacked our agents — two of them died. I myself nearly lost my life that day. Don’t tell me you forgot,” Integra said in an even colder tone.

“And what of it?” Maxwell said arrogantly, crushing his glasses in his hand.

“What did you say?” Integra asked, frowning.

“Don’t get cocky just because I’m being polite. What difference does it make if two soldiers or two million soldiers die when we’re talking about filthy Protestants? If not for His Holiness the Pope’s orders, we wouldn’t even be speaking to you, you wretched creatures. So stop whining and start listening, you filthy Protestant pig,” Maxwell said, completely dropping his refined mask and revealing his true attitude toward Integra.

“You called her a pig?” came Alucard’s calm voice, echoing through the entire hall.

The moment Maxwell finished speaking, the temperature in the painting hall dropped several degrees — breath began to fog in the air. Maxwell immediately shifted his gaze from Integra and looked behind her — and saw a very beautiful woman dressed in Victorian-era clothing passing straight through the wall. Despite her beauty, Maxwell knew exactly what monster hid behind that lovely face. Alucard stepped through the wall with a smile on her lips that bared her sharp fangs, the shadow from her hat falling gently across her face.

“No one instills fear in God quite like you do. And your insults… the same ones for over two thousand years. Some things in this world never change,” Alucard said, looking at Maxwell with a mocking gaze.

“Nosferatu Alucard… Hellsing’s janitor hiding behind a beautiful face. The bloodthirsty Countess Carmilla… This is our first meeting. A pleasure, Alucard,” Maxwell said, maintaining his calm and smile even though he was extremely nervous inside.

“I’m delighted to meet you too, Maxwell… But we’re already saying goodbye. Do you really think you can call my Mistress a pig and leave here alive? I’ll shoot you, you filthy man-thing,” Alucard said, drawing her white Casull pistol and aiming it at Maxwell with a wide grin.

“Oh no! I’m so scared… And yet I still need to speak with this woman whose terrifying bodyguard is pointing a gun at my head. But if you want to put on a show here… I have an idea. Let’s even the odds… Anderson!” Maxwell said in a mock-frightened tone, then shouted, calling his bodyguard.

After Maxwell’s shout, a middle-aged man appeared at the far end of the hall — almost as tall as Alucard, with a slightly hunched back and broad shoulders. He had short, spiky silver hair, bright violet eyes, tanned skin, a pronounced square jaw, and light stubble on his face.

He wore the standard black clothing of a Catholic priest with a silver cross pendant, and over it a long gray coat. In his hands he held silver bayonets, and his voice echoed through the hall as he recited lines from the Bible.

Father Anderson began walking slowly toward Alucard, never taking his eyes off her. In the past he had already tried to kill Alucard, but failed — and every one of their encounters ended in a fight. Maxwell, with an arrogant smile on his face, immediately noticed that Anderson wasn’t slowing down — he continued walking toward Alucard, staring without blinking while reciting lines from the Book of Judas.

“No! Stop, Anderson!” Maxwell said, trying to halt him.

But Anderson didn’t stop — he kept advancing, reciting Bible verses without blinking, eyes fixed on Alucard. At the same moment, a wide grin spread across Alucard’s face as she began walking slowly forward. Even though someone like Alex had entered her life and brought far more fun into it, that didn’t mean she would let her old enemy go — the one who had attacked her in the past and whom she hadn’t been allowed to kill.

When Alucard passed by Integra, Integra herself realized she shouldn’t have brought Alucard along. And in that same instant she wanted to ask where the hell Alex was right now. She wanted Alex to appear at this exact moment so Alucard would shift her attention to him instead of starting a fight in the museum.

Meanwhile Alucard and Father Anderson stopped facing each other and aimed their weapons at one another. Both wore bloodthirsty grins — they were ready to tear each other apart.

The atmosphere in the painting hall grew increasingly tense, the air temperature dropping further, and when the tension reached its peak, a faint click of a pistol slide echoed through the quiet hall. Those present might have thought it was Alucard, but the sound came from behind Maxwell.

Alucard and Anderson turned their gazes and saw Maxwell, whose face bore a very nervous, strained smile. Standing beside him was Alex, one hand resting on Maxwell’s shoulder, the other holding a pistol whose barrel was pressed firmly against Maxwell’s ass.

Anderson frowned, and the moment he even considered moving, a light smile appeared on Alex’s face — and he pressed the barrel harder against Maxwell’s backside. A wide grin instantly spread across Alucard’s face when she saw Alex, and Integra let out a relieved sigh.

Alex himself grinned broadly, baring sharp teeth as he looked at Anderson. His eyes gleamed when he gazed at the very essence of Anderson, and Alex even thought about inviting Anderson into his guild — because of the kind of entity this priest possessed.

“Come on then, priest. Just twitch — and I’ll stuff your bishop’s ass with so many bullets he’ll be shitting lead until the Second Coming,” Alex said, narrowing his eyes slightly and smiling.

After Alex’s words an even heavier silence fell. Anderson stared into Alex’s eyes and glanced sidelong at Alucard and Integra — one smiling, the other frowning. Anderson’s eyes narrowed further as he noticed Alucard’s reaction to Alex’s appearance.

Maxwell himself could clearly feel — even through his trousers — the cold barrel pressed against his backside, causing not only discomfort but genuine fear. Maxwell shifted his gaze to Integra, hoping she would tell Alex to let him go. But Integra met his panicked look with a lazy, cold stare that made it clear she had no intention of saying anything.

At that moment Anderson’s eyes narrowed as he considered what to do: Alucard stood before him, while the man he was supposed to protect was now a hostage. Anderson gripped his bayonets tighter and was ready to protect Maxwell at any cost. And just as the atmosphere in the hall once again neared its breaking point, a light feminine voice rang out.

“Hellooo! Please follow this way. Tourists from Japan, please follow me,” came Seras’s cheerful voice as she suddenly appeared, leading a group of tourists behind her.

Seeing Seras and the group of tourists, Alex was slightly stunned — and not just him: everyone present was dumbfounded by what was happening. Alex had only two questions: where had Seras gotten that outfit and flag, and how had she ended up leading a group of tourists?

The tourists’ voices were loud enough as they discussed everything they saw before their eyes: Alucard holding pistols, Father Anderson gripping silver bayonets. Seras led the group with such a smile as though everything happening was perfectly normal. Alex swallowed hard to keep from bursting into laughter at the sheer absurdity of the situation.

After all, he had been strolling through the museum with Seras earlier, and when the argument between Integra and Maxwell began, Alex had immediately vanished — and Seras decided to intervene in her own way, quickly finding the perfect solution. She deliberately led the tourists at a slow pace so the rising tension would quickly dissipate.

“Not the time or place for a fight, priest,” Alucard said, holstering her pistols.

“Fine then. See you later, Father Anderson,” Alex said, putting away his pistol and preparing to leave.

“Yes, I suppose you’re both right,” Anderson said, concealing his silver bayonets inside his coat.

“I’d better head back and get some sleep. I don’t like waking up at noon. My dear, care to join me?” Alucard said, preparing to leave and passing through the wall.

“Another time — there’s a patisserie nearby. I’d rather have some strawberry cake,” Alex said, following Alucard through the wall.

Alucard burst into laughter one last time and fully departed, as did Alex — who, on his way out, gave Seras a thumbs-up for her excellent conflict resolution. Seras grinned widely and returned the thumbs-up, continuing to lead the group of tourists. But she had no intention of telling anyone that she had quietly knocked out the previous tour guide and hidden him in the janitor’s closet so no one would find him.

Anderson looked in the direction where Alex and Alucard had gone, and his eyes narrowed when he realized Hellsing now had another monster.

“What filth. Love between monsters,” Anderson said, twisting his face in disgust as he walked away.

Disgust was plain on Anderson’s face at the relationship he had witnessed between Alex and Alucard — it filled him only with revulsion, because he believed monsters were incapable of feelings like love and compassion.

But when he turned, a soft smile appeared on his face as he looked at the slightly frightened Maxwell — who had nearly been shot moments earlier. Anderson continued smiling kindly at Maxwell, who quickly regained his composure and forced a strained smile.

“Boss, I’m heading back to Rome… This is an amazing museum. Next time let’s bring the orphans so they can see this wonderful place themselves,” Anderson said with a friendly smile.

“Y-yes, of course,” Maxwell replied with slight nervousness in his voice.

“And then I’ll kill both of them. I swear I’ll gut them both,” Anderson said, clenching his teeth as he walked farther away.

Maxwell was still stunned at how quickly everything had happened, watching Anderson depart. He even instinctively touched his backside, still clearly feeling the aftermath of the cold barrel pressed against it. Integra watched this with unconcealed amusement in her eyes.

Observing Maxwell’s pale face, Integra even thought about rewarding Alex — in her own style. She didn’t even consider why she was thinking about rewarding him. Right now, all that concerned her was Maxwell’s pale face — as though, without Seras’s intervention in bringing a group of tourists, Alex would have stuffed Maxwell’s ass full of lead.

“Hahaha… Looks like we both have willful subordinates. Wouldn’t you agree? Filthy pig!” Integra said with a slight laugh, looking at Maxwell with contempt.

“Decided to return the insult… Well, I can understand. Perhaps we could talk in the café outside?” Maxwell said with a strained smile.

“Why not,” Integra replied calmly.

Integra and Maxwell left the hall through the archway to go outside and talk. At the same time, Walter and the priest who had come with Maxwell both sighed in relief simultaneously. Walter looked at Seras and nodded gratefully, causing Seras to flash a wide, fanged grin and raise her thumb in return, imitating Alex’s gesture.

Meanwhile, Integra and Maxwell stepped outside and walked to the café. They decided to take an outdoor table so no one could overhear their conversation, but as they approached the table, Integra and Maxwell saw Alex sitting there with a contented face, eating strawberry cake and drinking coffee. Seeing Alex again, Maxwell’s eyelid twitched, and he once more felt that unpleasant sensation in his backside.

“Don’t mind him — he won’t touch you while he’s eating his strawberry cake,” Integra said coldly, sitting down at the table.

“No one mentioned that Hellsing had taken in yet another monster,” Maxwell said, narrowing his eyes slightly, deciding to fish for more information.

“Things like that aren’t shouted from the rooftops,” Integra replied, waving her hand to indicate she wouldn’t say anything more.

Maxwell looked at Integra and perfectly understood she had no intention of answering his question no matter how he asked. He shifted his gaze to Alex, who sat calmly a short distance away at another table, eating strawberry cake with one hand and holding his phone in the other. To Maxwell it almost seemed as though the man who had held a gun to him and the one sitting nearby were two different people.

Integra, meanwhile, felt her eyelid twitching with irritation — because she could once again hear Alex’s thoughts and his latest stupid song praising strawberry cake.

Alex paid no attention to Integra or Maxwell — because he sensed the presence of the Major and the Doctor from Millennium. His eyes flashed briefly at the Major’s audacity.

Alex looked through the café wall at the Major, who sat with his hands folded under his chin, smiling. Alex smiled when he sensed something very interesting inside the Major, and immediately stopped watching him, deciding that things were turning out far more interesting than he had initially expected.

At the same time, Integra and Maxwell sat at another table staring at each other — and neither spoke first. Integra calmly placed her hands in her lap and waited for Maxwell to begin. In this situation she decided to give him the initiative — after all, Alex had explained yesterday why Maxwell had organized this meeting, and she simply needed to play along as he had asked.

Integra watched Maxwell, but her gaze was directed past him — to where Alex was sitting. Maxwell narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering when Integra would ask him a question. But unlike Integra, Maxwell didn’t possess such great cold patience. Despite being extremely calculating, cruel, and fanatical, he lacked exceptional patience in certain situations — especially when he believed he held the winning position.

“We know you’ve been searching for information on a particular word. And your searches yielded no results,” Maxwell said with a light smile.

Hearing Maxwell’s words, Integra remained silent for a moment and recalled that Alex had predicted exactly what Maxwell would say. Integra was already convinced that Alex was far smarter and knew how his opponent would act next. And it was precisely because of this that Integra wanted Alex to belong only to her — because she saw in him everything that drew her in. Integra calmly adjusted her glasses on her nose and looked at Maxwell, showing no sign that she already knew where this conversation was headed.

“You came prepared… That’s exactly right,” Integra said calmly.

“About Millennium, isn’t it?” Maxwell said, narrowing his eyes and smiling arrogantly.

Integra gave a slight nod, confirming his words — causing Maxwell’s smile to grow even more arrogant, as though all the cards were finally in his hands. Maxwell began methodically tapping his finger on the briefcase he had brought with him, continuing to look at Integra.

“I know it’s about a secret operation. But we have certain data concerning the name Millennium. Do you want to know it? Do you want me to share it with you? Do you? You do, don’t you?” Maxwell began, grinning widely.

Integra frowned for a moment and heard Alex’s voice in her head asking her to keep playing along with this idiot Maxwell so he could stroke his ego. Hearing Alex’s voice, Integra frowned even harder — which made Maxwell think he had achieved what he wanted.

Maxwell continued speaking, pressing Integra harder so she would give in and say just one word — and he would graciously allow her to see what he had brought. Integra was one step away from punching Maxwell in the face, and the only thing keeping her calm was Alex’s voice asking her to endure and keep playing along.

“Please…” Integra said calmly, suppressing the last remnants of her irritation.

Hearing that single word from Integra — the one he had wanted so badly — Maxwell let out a light laugh. Integra watched him laugh but didn’t react — she simply waited for him to calm down. When he stopped laughing, Maxwell opened the combination lock on his briefcase and slowly lifted the lid — as though savoring the moment. He took out an old diary written in German, bearing the emblem of the Third Reich, and tossed it onto the table in front of Integra.

“This is Millennium… It all began during World War II. Back then, Nazi soldiers fled en masse from defeated Germany. This operation started shortly before the war ended. Obviously, if soldiers had fled while it was still ongoing, they would have been deserters. A significant portion escaped to South America, where several pro-German states existed,” Maxwell began explaining, folding his hands on the table.

While Maxwell continued speaking, Integra read the diary, searching for key details and studying everything closely. She realized that some information matched what Alex had brought, but some was far more detailed — helping her better understand the situation.

And once again she understood that Alex’s words from yesterday had been correct when he said Maxwell would bring such useful information. Integra even thought about asking Alex whether he had used his so-called powers of Death to peek at what the conversation would be about.

But at that moment Alex’s voice sounded again in her head, calling Maxwell an idiot whose actions could be predicted without much effort. Integra barely kept from rolling her eyes at Alex’s lazy tone.

“So this is Millennium?” Integra asked, reading the diary.

“Yes. The Millennium we’re talking about was both a plan for transporting people and supplies, and the name of the military unit that carried it out… From your eyes I can see — you’re wondering how we know this. Quite right. We know about Millennium because we helped them. The Nazis had the Vatican’s full support,” Maxwell said in a mocking tone, as though he himself found the Vatican’s actions repulsive.

Integra lifted her gaze to Maxwell, and for the third time Alex had been right when he said yesterday that the Vatican had also been connected to Millennium during the war. Integra glanced at Alex again — at the table where he sat now lay a dozen empty dessert plates. Integra couldn’t help but think how perfectly Alex had predicted the entire conversation with Maxwell — and it both frightened and intrigued her.

But her desire to possess Alex hadn’t faded — she wanted him by her side, helping her. Integra even briefly thought about giving Alex what he already had. She thought about becoming his family — even if she couldn’t love properly or behave like a normal woman.

During the conversation Maxwell told Integra everything he wanted to tell. He too had his own selfish motives — to pit Hellsing and Millennium against each other and become the third party that would win everything. When he finished speaking, Maxwell stood up from the table and simply left, taking his empty briefcase and leaving the Nazi diary in Integra’s hands.

As he departed, Maxwell glanced at Alex once more and thought he would need to adjust his plans slightly — now that Hellsing had acquired yet another monster, one toward whom even Alucard felt strange emotions. Alex responded to Maxwell’s glance with a light smile, narrowing his eyes slightly, and waved with the hand holding his dessert fork.

When Maxwell was gone, Alex stood up from his table, still holding his plate of strawberry cake, and moved to sit with Integra.

“Well, just as I said — we got a nice surprise and useful data. In honor of that, you can buy me some strawberry cake,” Alex said with a smirk, putting another piece in his mouth.

Integra looked at Alex, who was happily eating cake, then glanced behind him — where the table he had sat at now held a dozen empty dessert plates. She looked back at Alex. Integra still couldn’t understand why Alex was so obsessed with sweets. But at the same time she didn’t think it was something she should worry about in this situation.

Right now she was interested in how Alex’s mind worked — how he had predicted her entire conversation with Maxwell, including the fact that the Vatican had supported Germany during the war. Integra calmly tapped her finger on the table, looking at Alex, and at the same time she began to understand him far better — which gave her an advantage in ultimately making him hers.

“You’ve already eaten more than ten pieces of strawberry cake,” Integra said calmly, looking at Alex.

“I could say the same about you. How many cigars do you smoke a day and how many glasses of whisky do you drink? I stay quiet about it. And that’s harmful. Strawberry cake isn’t,” Alex said carelessly.

“You smoke no less than I do — don’t forget that. And sweets are bad for your stomach and teeth,” Integra said, her eyelid twitching slightly at Alex’s words.

“First of all, my cigarettes aren’t harmful at all. They just have a bitter taste and don’t even smell like cigarette smoke. Second, sweets aren’t bad for my teeth or stomach. Look…” Alex said calmly, pulling his cheek aside with his finger to show his sharp teeth.

“Why the hell are you showing me your teeth? And what do you mean your cigarettes aren’t harmful?” Integra said irritably, staring at Alex.

“Exactly what I said. Not everyone in my family likes the smell of tobacco. And I love smoking when I need to think. So I had to improvise. If you want to try — here, take one,” Alex said, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Integra looked at the pack of cigarettes lying in front of her, then back at Alex, who stretched slightly after finishing yet another piece of strawberry cake. Seeing that he wasn’t going to take the pack back, Integra lightly opened it with her finger, took out one cigarette with two fingers, and brought it to her lips.

Although Integra didn’t like cheap tobacco or cheap alcohol, she was still curious what was so special about Alex’s cigarettes that he smoked so often. Lightly sniffing the cigarette, she realized it didn’t smell like tobacco at all — quite the opposite, it had a very pleasant scent. But she couldn’t figure out what it was.

Integra clenched the cigarette between her teeth, lit it with her lighter, and took a drag — immediately feeling the familiar bitterness of tobacco and nothing else.

“Alright, let’s go. But don’t even think I’m paying for your cake,” Integra said, standing up and keeping the cigarette in her teeth.

“I already paid for everything. Head of Hellsing and can’t even afford to buy a cake — what stinginess,” Alex said, rolling his eyes slightly.

“You want another one?” Integra asked irritably, glaring at Alex.

“And why do you always resort to violence?” Alex asked in return, giving her a blank stare.

“Then say fewer stupid things… And stop standing there. Let’s go. We need to get back to Hellsing. And study this diary in more detail,” Integra said, starting to walk ahead.

“But you’re still a cheapskate,” Alex said, putting his hands behind his head.

At Alex’s words a vein popped on Integra’s forehead, and she grabbed a chair and threw it at him. Alex caught the chair and set it back in place, continuing to chuckle. Irritably pinching the bridge of her nose, Integra walked ahead, trying to ignore Alex, who was once again acting like an idiot.

And to keep her nerves intact, Integra decided to simply ignore Alex for the next few hours — and all her desire to praise him instantly vanished, replaced by the urge to punish him for his stupid comments.

To be continued…

(Anyway, what I wanted to say? Oh, right. Yesterday I laughed for almost an hour because of a comment some idiot left. He started spouting nonsense in the chapter that mentions Alex’s wives. And I laughed so hard when he wrote that my story is degenerate, and that all the women throw themselves at the main character, and there isn’t a single man, and if there are any, they’re all disgusting bastards. While my hero is the best of all, and saves the heroines from toxic relationships. Hahaha, I almost died laughing. How I love clowns like that, they always cheer me up. Don’t act like that stupid boy. Peace, love, and a beautiful vampire woman.)

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