After the conversation with Anderson, Alex returned to the hotel room — stepping back through the same torn, smoking hole in the wall that the priest had left behind. When he stepped inside, everyone inside froze and stared at him with different expressions — some with anxiety, some with wariness, some with barely concealed shock.

The only exceptions were Jake and Pierce: they knew Alex and his character too well, so they simply watched in silence, understanding that now was not the time to ask questions. Bernadotte swallowed hard — his Adam’s apple visibly bobbed: he had just witnessed how, in a single moment, Alex switched from a relaxed guy who was smilingly suggesting they hijack a plane to get back to London, to a cold, ruthless man who attacked without the slightest warning if anyone threatened his daughter.

Seras exhaled with obvious relief — glad that everything had ended without new casualties — but at the same time, she was worried about Alex’s state: she hadn’t expected to see such an icy, almost inhuman expression on his face. Alucard, however, watched Alex calmly, without a trace of surprise — she had heard the entire conversation from start to finish.

But what struck her most were the words “Heaven is empty, and down below a coup is underway.” She instantly grasped the deep meaning behind that phrase — and at the realization, her red eyes narrowed even further, a predatory, almost exhilarated glint flashing in the depths of her pupils.

Alex, meanwhile, returned to his usual light smile, looking as if nothing special had happened. Anderson’s words and gaze had told him a great deal — enough for him to mentally decide: this broken yet unbroken priest was worthy of an invitation to his guild. When the time came. Sighing once more — now calmly, almost tiredly — Alex swept his gaze over everyone and flashed a wide smile.

“Well, what are we standing around for? Let’s pack up and get out of here before they make us pay for the hole in the wall and the broken door,” he said, clapping his hands with exaggerated cheer.

“Boss… you’re the one who broke that wall,” Bernadotte pointed out with a strained smile, clearly trying to lighten the mood.

“No, that wasn’t me. That was the priest who broke the wall with his back. Let them bill the Vatican — I’m leaving… Come on, my little princess, time to fly to London,” Alex replied with the most innocent expression, picking Alessa up in his arms and pressing her close.

Hearing that, Bernadotte’s lip twitched — he opened his mouth to deliver his signature sarcastic remark, but Alex didn’t give him a chance: in an instant, he scooped up the stunned Seras in his arms and, without a word, leaped back through the hole in the wall.

In that same moment, Bernadotte’s eyes widened in shock — he whipped his head around and realized that even Alucard had somehow vanished, Jake and Pierce had already bolted after Alex, and he was left completely alone in the hotel room with a massive hole in the wall, through which a cool morning breeze lazily blew. Standing in total silence and solitude, Bernadotte realized a simple and bitter truth: they had just ditched him.

“Hey! Don’t leave me behind! I’m not paying for this!” he shouted, grabbing his backpack and jumping out through the hole in the wall after them.

Bernadotte burst outside just as the jeep they had arrived in was about to pull away. Without wasting a second, he sprinted and leaped into the back seat — causing the whole vehicle to rock, and everyone inside erupted into loud laughter.

All Bernadotte could do was mentally curse his rotten luck for nearly making him pay for something he hadn’t even done. Jake, behind the wheel, immediately floored the gas, sharply turned the steering wheel — and the jeep, tires squealing, shot out of the motel grounds, racing toward the remote private airport where the Vatican plane was already waiting.

The entire drive to the airport, Alex sat with Alessa on his lap, gently stroking her hair and gazing out the window, trying to relax at least a little. This calm would last only a few days — and then all of London would be engulfed in flames. He was glad he had prepared everything in advance: now all that remained was to wait for the mechanism to start turning.

Alex knew exactly where the Major and his Last Battalion were located — he had ripped that information straight from Tubalcain’s mind. He could go there right now, wipe out the entire army in seconds — and nothing would happen. But there was no point in that. He wasn’t going to throw away week of careful, meticulous preparation just because of a moment of laziness.

Thanks to his plan, no one in London would truly die. Everyone would wake up the next morning as if nothing had happened, not even knowing that a war had just ended in their city — that the city had been destroyed, set ablaze, and drowned in blood. Continuing to look out the window, Alex smiled faintly, never stopping his gentle strokes through Alessa’s hair.

But the smile quickly faded from his face when he remembered he had forgotten to do something. He quickly pulled his phone from his pocket and sent Jesse a massive batch of data — so she would be fully prepared for what was about to begin. After sending the message, Alex saw that Jesse had read it but hadn’t replied. He understood: she was now carefully studying the documents.

Seras, sitting beside him, couldn’t help but glance at his phone screen — and seeing the name “Jesse,” she felt her smile falter. The thought flashed through her mind: how had she managed to fall for such a womanizer with an entire collection of women?

The simplest and safest option seemed to be pretending she hadn’t seen anything — but curiosity won out: Seras still peeked at the chat. And she quickly realized — it was mostly work-related, nothing personal. She didn’t even notice how relieved she exhaled — and that loud sigh immediately caught Alex’s attention.

Hearing it, Alex turned his head and looked at Seras — she instantly looked away, doing her best to pretend she had simply been staring out the window and hadn’t peeked at any phone. Alex just shrugged, typed Jesse one more short message saying he was already working on the ghoul virus problem, and put the phone back in his pocket. Seras turned her head back — and suddenly very much wanted to ask who this Jesse was.

“Um… Who were you texting?” she asked in an embarrassed tone, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“You mean Jesse? She’s my employer… sort of. In case you forgot — I’m kind of a Bureau of Control agent. And Jesse kind of pays me to play the role of an agent,” Alex replied, shrugging lightly.

Hearing that, Seras’s eyes widened — and she suddenly remembered that she really had forgotten about it. Alex had mentioned he was a federal agent way back at the beginning of their acquaintance — and hadn’t brought it up since. Seras mentally excused her forgetfulness by the fact that he himself hadn’t said a word about it afterward.

But there was one other person in the jeep who was looking at Alex with no less surprise — Bernadotte. In his mind, federal agents were supposed to be nauseatingly proper, disciplined, and boring — not like Alex.

“Boss… you’re not kidding? You’re seriously a federal agent?” Bernadotte asked, staring at him with his mouth open.

“Yeah. And I only agreed because having a Bureau of Control agent identity opens a lot of doors. Plus they pay well. All I have to do is solve certain problems. Like a creepy clown… or helping a writer who trapped himself,” Alex replied, thoughtfully rubbing his chin.

“You’ve actually dealt with a creepy clown? And what was he like?” Bernadotte asked with a grin, clearly intrigued.

“Just your average creepy clown — likes kidnapping and eating kids whose parents don’t care. We gutted him — and the clown died. Had to take the job, otherwise the Bureau couldn’t do anything about him because of the clown’s peculiarities,” Alex said with a light smirk.

“Alex, you’re not planning to take over the Bureau too, are you?” Jake asked with a grin, eyes still on the road.

Jake kept chuckling, but the response was silence. Stopping his laughter, he turned his head and stared at Alex — who pointedly looked out the window, pretending he hadn’t heard the question.

But Alex perfectly remembered that he had already promised to talk to The Board after returning from London. Seras was also looking at him — she very much wanted to hear the answer, and it was obvious he was just dodging the topic.

“Alex, don’t you have enough work already?” Pierce asked, looking at him from the back seat.

“Listen, this isn’t my idea. They’re forcing me to do it. If it were up to me — I’d never work at all, just lie on the couch or travel. You think I want to run a secret federal organization? No, of course I don’t. But if I don’t help — those astral bastards will never leave me alone,” Alex said in an irritated tone, barely holding back from rolling his eyes.

“You’re complaining now, but they pay you for it, right?” Jake pointed out, glancing at Alex through the rearview mirror.

“Of course they pay. My services are very expensive. So after I help them, I’ll get a whole building. So I come out ahead,” Alex replied, chuckling lightly.

“A whole building? Are you serious right now? What exactly do you have to do to get a whole building?” Bernadotte exclaimed in surprise, staring at him even wider.

“You’re better off not knowing. You’re not even used to the idea that the monster in the closet is real — and you’re already trying to learn more. I’m afraid if I tell you, you’ll literally shit your pants,” Alex said, giving Bernadotte a dry, almost bored look.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Bernadotte asked with a grin, clearly not backing down.

“You’re better off not knowing. When the vampire situation is over — and you’re still alive — then I’ll tell you everything. Maybe I’ll even offer you a job — one that pays way more than you make now,” Alex said, leaning his cheek on his fist and looking out the window.

Bernadotte shifted his gaze from Alex to Jake and Pierce — they were sitting in front and smiling slightly, clearly showing: the truth Alex might tell was far more interesting and terrifying than he could even imagine. Bernadotte thought for a moment and began mentally going over everything he had already missed: monsters in the closet were real, ghosts existed, vampires too — and how much more was there he didn’t know?

After drinking beer with Jake and Pierce last night and chatting with the guys, he realized: the world was far bigger and scarier than it seemed. Seras even felt like patting Bernadotte on the shoulder — to show him that the truth he knew was only the smallest, safest part.

But at the same time, she herself very much wanted to learn more about Alex’s work — especially considering that he was going to take over the Bureau he worked for, and someone was forcing him to do it.

In response to her look, Alex just smiled and lightly pinched her nose — showing: I’ll tell you later. Seras blushed, swatted his hand away, and pouted like an offended child — because he always did that instead of just explaining everything.

Soon the jeep pulled up to a small private airport where the Vatican plane was already waiting. Stepping out of the car with Alessa in his arms, Alex looked at the aircraft and rolled his eyes slightly upon seeing the inscription Deus Vult.

Clearing his throat dryly, he stepped onto the boarding stairs and climbed aboard. The moment he stepped inside, he immediately saw Alucard — she was already sitting in a seat, holding a glass of red wine. Alex realized where this female vampire had disappeared to after they left for the airport. But what surprised him more was the absence of pilots in the cockpit.

That meant they would have to fly the plane themselves. Alex looked at Jake and Pierce and nodded toward the cockpit — they silently headed that way. Alex sat in the seat across from Alucard — she gave him a light, slightly mocking smile. He, in turn, looked at her with a tired gaze — because she had simply gone ahead of everyone.

“Seras, want to watch a movie? Last time we didn’t get to finish it,” Alex asked with a wide, almost childlike smile, turning his head toward Seras, who was sitting beside him.

“I asked you not to bring that up!” Seras exclaimed, nearly shouting because Alex was once again raising the topic of what had happened between them in her coffin.

“I’ll think about it… Alright, sit closer — it’ll be uncomfortable to watch a movie if you’re sitting so far away,” Alex said, patting the spot next to him.

Seras nodded in embarrassment and slid closer, leaning against his shoulder. Sitting beside Alex, she looked at Alessa, who had settled on his lap — and thought that at this moment they looked like a real family heading out on a trip.

The thought brought a happy, almost dreamy smile to Seras’s face — and she pressed even closer to Alex. Alucard, watching this, looked at Seras and thought: if she wants to play family so badly — let her play as much as she wants. The only one left on the sidelines feeling out of place was Bernadotte.

He grimaced at the whole sickly-sweet atmosphere between Alex, Seras, Alucard, and Alessa — they looked like the perfect family on vacation. And what annoyed him most — he was forced to watch it all from the front row. Not wanting to ruin his mood any further, Bernadotte stood up from his seat and went to the front of the cabin.

Within minutes the plane had gained altitude — and all that remained was the flight to London. The return flight to London took less time than Alex had expected — and by nine in the evening the plane had already landed at a private airport, where prepared transport was already waiting.

Stepping off the plane, Alex sent Jake, Pierce, and Bernadotte back to the Hellsing estate — so they could explain everything to the others. Saying goodbye to the three guys, Alex, Seras, and Alucard got into a black armored SUV.

Leaning back in the seat, Alex watched the evening lights of London — the car glided smoothly through the city streets. Soon they arrived in the suburbs — at the Royal residence.

Inside the specially prepared conference hall, the knights of the Hellsing Round Table were already gathered under Integra’s leadership — she sat at the head of the long table. Opposite her sat Enrico Maxwell — with his advisor beside him and his bodyguard standing behind.

Integra had her hands folded under her chin and was looking at the doors, wondering when Alex and Alucard would finally appear. And behind her, on a raised platform, in a throne-like chair, sat the Queen of Britain — she was the one who had convened this emergency meeting.

“Sir Hellsing. Has he not arrived yet?” the Queen asked in a calm but firm tone.

“No, Your Majesty. But I’m certain — they will appear soon,” Integra replied, turning her head slightly.

The Queen gave a short nod and fell silent again. Meanwhile, Maxwell was quietly talking with his people — discussing the Major’s plans and how they all had to play defense because the enemy had infiltrated every layer of society: from government and military to economy and church.

And all of this because too many had succumbed to the temptation of immortality. Maxwell didn’t hide his words — speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. But no one objected — everyone perfectly understood what he was talking about.

The Vatican was conducting purges within itself, Hellsing was doing the same — but both sides had so far achieved no significant success: the traitors were too hard to identify. However, all conversation instantly ceased when the conference hall doors opened with a quiet hum.

In the doorway appeared Alex — holding Alessa in his arms — Alucard, and Seras. By this time Alex had changed into more formal attire — a strict, dark, impeccably fitted suit. Alessa was also dressed appropriately: a black elegant dress suitable for an audience with the Queen of Britain. Alex swept his gaze over everyone and narrowed his eyes slightly.

“We’ve returned from the mission, my Mistress,” Alucard said with a light smile, tilting her head slightly.

“Good work. Remove your glasses in the Queen’s presence,” Integra replied with a barely noticeable smile.

A soft, almost tender smile appeared on Alucard’s face — she slowly removed her red glasses and stepped forward toward the Queen. Alex carefully set Alessa on the floor and walked toward Integra.

As Alucard approached the platform, the bodyguards tried to stop her — but with a single light motion she flung them aside, not even slowing her step. Alex only glanced sideways at the elderly Queen and smiled faintly.

He walked around Integra, pulled out a chair for Alessa and seated her, then pulled a thin folder of documents from the inner pocket of his coat and placed it in front of Integra. She, seeing the documents, gave a short nod. By this time Alucard had already reached the Queen and dropped to one knee — with a tender, almost reverent smile.

“It’s been a long time, Carmilla,” the Queen said in an aged but still firm voice, extending her hands toward Alucard.

“Yes… almost fifty years. And you’ve already managed to become Queen,” Alucard replied with the same tender smile.

“Let me see your face up close, Carmilla,” the Queen said, gently touching her cheeks.

The Queen slowly ran her fingers over Alucard’s face — for in the past they had known each other. Back then Arthur Hellsing led the Round Table knights, and the future Queen was still a young princess of Britain — and she had been fortunate enough to meet Alucard.

Alex knew about this strange, almost impossible friendship between the female vampire and the Queen — and watched the scene with light, slightly ironic interest, standing beside Integra. She, meanwhile, was carefully studying the documents he had brought her.

Maxwell irritably looked away from Alucard and the Queen — and his gaze involuntarily shifted to the documents in front of Integra. Then he turned his eyes to Alex — and inside him stirred an unpleasant feeling: their first acquaintance had not gone… in the best way. The Queen, however, continued to smile tenderly, holding Alucard’s face in her palms.

“You haven’t changed a bit, Carmilla. As you can see, the years have not been kind to me. I’ve grown so old… Simply turned into a wrinkled old woman,” the Queen said, withdrawing her hands.

“You are still the same little princess from fifty years ago, young lady. No… I think you’ve become even more beautiful, Your Majesty,” Alucard replied with a light, warm smile.

“Thank you for such pleasant words. Report, Carmilla,” the Queen said, quietly laughing at the compliment.

“I’m afraid this time I did nothing, Your Majesty. All the work was done by my chosen one,” Alucard said, pointing a finger at Alex.

“Chosen one?” the Queen quietly repeated and shifted her gaze.

She looked at Alex — and realized she hadn’t noticed him at first. The Queen carefully examined him from head to toe — including how he carried himself, how he stood, how he held himself together. Her gaze involuntarily slid to Alessa — who was sitting at the table beside Alex.

Now everyone present was looking at Alex — after Alucard’s words. And all of them had very strange expressions — including Integra, who was internally seething with irritation: she perfectly understood that Alucard was staking her claim and once again trying to throw her off balance.

Unlike Integra, Seras had already come to terms with the fact that she wasn’t the only one with feelings for Alex — and was simply trying to accept it. Noticing so much attention on him, Alex smiled faintly.

“Good evening, Your Majesty. My name is Alexander Voldigoad. If you permit, I will report what we learned from the vampire named Tubalcain Alhambra,” Alex said, giving a slight courteous bow.

“Of course. You may speak,” the Queen replied, carefully assessing his demeanor.

“Thank you. During a brief interrogation, with light application of force…” Alex began with a light smile.

“Her Majesty does not need to know exactly how it happened. Speak to the point. And quickly,” Integra interrupted, not letting him elaborate.

“Fine then. Why get upset, Integra… In short, during World War II there was one fat and insane Nazi dwarf. He thought: why not create an army of vampires? And the cover for it was another plan — which was essentially right in front of everyone’s eyes,” Alex continued, giving a slight nod.

“That was the Millennium plan,” Integra finished for him.

“Exactly. There was the Millennium plan for transporting Nazi soldiers who fled the war — and the Millennium project, which was creating monsters for the war. During World War II, Carmilla and Walter were supposed to wipe them all out to the last one. But, as it turned out, they survived — and continued their experiments. At this stage they are closer than ever to creating perfect vampires. And importantly — the events in Rio were merely an experiment, which we managed to stop in time. And the name Last Battalion — the last remnants of the Third Reich — that is the real Millennium,” Alex concluded, clear and without unnecessary details.

Hearing his words, the room erupted in commotion — everyone began speaking at once. Only Integra thoughtfully raised her gaze to Alex, immediately understanding: he had deliberately withheld most of the information. After all, yesterday she had received a detailed report from him about everything they had learned.

But at that same moment, a voice sounded in her head — Alex’s voice — explaining that no one could know about the ghoul virus: if it started being discussed, he wouldn’t have time to disperse the antiviral. Hearing this, Integra gave a short nod — agreeing with Alex’s decision to keep that information secret.

He had already prepared everything and was doing it covertly — so the enemy wouldn’t suspect and start acting ahead of schedule. But suddenly one extra person appeared in the meeting hall — someone no one had noticed except Alex.

A young boy with light hair and cat ears — a member of Millennium, Schrödinger. Possessor of the most unique ability: to exist everywhere and nowhere at once — as long as he was aware of himself as an individual.

“The blood of Tubalcain told you a lot. In fact, this… is very bad,” came Schrödinger’s cheerful, almost childish voice, instantly drawing everyone’s attention in the room.

Hearing the unfamiliar voice, everyone who could instantly drew their weapons and aimed them at Schrödinger — he stood against the wall with an innocent face, not even paying attention to the barrels pointed at his head. Alex only raised an eyebrow, carefully studying the boy’s essence.

He saw the same thing he had seen in Ahti’s essence. But what truly interested Alex was how Schrödinger had acquired this ability and under what circumstances. Ahti had possessed it from birth — Schrödinger had gained it due to participation in the Millennium project.

“It wasn’t Tubalcain’s blood that told us everything — he told us himself. I don’t need to resort to such methods to get answers, kid. And you’d better start talking — before your brains splatter the wall,” Alex said in a calm, almost bored tone.

“Oh, how scary… Really scary, please don’t shoot me. I’m just a messenger — and I’m not going to fight,” Schrödinger replied, raising his hands to show he was unarmed.

None of the guards lowered their weapons — everyone continued aiming at him. Integra frowned even deeper: after the events at Hellsing, she had strengthened security to the maximum — and still some little rat had slipped in unnoticed. This confirmed: preparation was still insufficient.

“Messenger? How did you get in? From where? Walter!” Integra asked, not hiding her irritation.

“Lady Integra, our defenses were improved on your orders. There are no signs of breach,” Walter replied calmly.

“Don’t worry about your security. After all, I am everywhere and nowhere,” Schrödinger replied cheerfully.

Seras, meanwhile, looked at the boy in surprise — and thought: did Millennium really recruit children? Schrödinger noticed her gaze, tilted his head slightly, and smiled — greeting her. For a moment Seras’s mind short-circuited — and she automatically nodded back.

Schrödinger smiled even wider. But everyone present had the same question: why was he here and what message had he brought. Alessa, however, watched all of this with no interest whatsoever — thinking only about how bored she was. Noticing her gaze, Alex gently stroked his daughter’s hair — showing: it would be over soon. Integra glanced sideways and saw that Alex hadn’t even moved, hadn’t drawn a weapon — he was simply watching Schrödinger.

“So, today we are all gathered here because of the Vatican. I have an important message from our commander — the Major. So please listen carefully,” Schrödinger said, placing a small screen tablet on the table.

In that moment he tried to play the video — but nothing happened. He kept pressing the button endlessly, and the speakers would make sound for a moment then cut out — because Schrödinger accidentally turned the video connection on and off without noticing. Seeing this ridiculous scene, Alex slapped his forehead so hard that the sound echoed through the entire hall — and everyone instantly turned their gazes to him.

Even Schrödinger froze, stopped poking at the screen, and looked at Alex. And at that moment he accidentally pressed the right button — and everyone heard the sounds of gunshots, cries of pain and despair, the crunch of tearing flesh — as if someone was being torn apart while still alive. Those sounds instantly heightened the tension in the room.

On the screen appeared a horrific scene: torn bodies over which vampires in German soldier uniforms towered — with bloodied faces and manic smiles. Then the frame shifted to the Major — he stood with his hands behind his back in a white suit, and behind him hung the symbol of the Third Reich. Alucard calmly stepped forward and stood beside Integra, looking straight at the screen.

“Greetings, Major,” she said with a light smile.

“Oh, how long it’s been, Alucard. I’m glad to see you again too,” the Major replied with the same light irony in his voice.

On the faces of Alucard and the Major played smiles — as if they were old friends meeting after decades. But in reality the Major hated Alucard to the core — for choosing immortality in the body of a monster instead of dying as a human with dignity.

Alucard, in turn, saw the Major as nothing more than a pathetic idiot hiding behind grand goals for his own ambitions. Integra calmly watched her opponent — the one who had started all of this. And she wanted to know the same thing everyone did: for what reason had the Major staged this entire farce.

“So you’re the one leading the opposition? What do you want?” Integra asked, frowning slightly.

“It’s none other than the head of the Protestant Knights — Sir Integra Hellsing. A pleasure to meet you,” the Major said in a light, almost playful tone.

“And what is the purpose of this entire farce? Answer!” Integra demanded coldly.

“What purpose…? My beautiful Fräulein. What an absurdly stupid question. Purpose? Hehehe… purpose. We have no purpose at all,” the Major replied in a dismissive, almost mocking tone.

“That’s a lie. You staged such a scene — and you’re lying like a naughty child. Is it worth it?” Alex calmly interjected.

“Oh, and you… You’re here too — the one who commands monsters. Interesting… Perhaps I am lying. Or perhaps not. Who knows… In this world there are plenty of people who don’t need an idea — to get what they want. And all of you should know: in this world there are people of the incorrigible scoundrel sort — who need no purpose at all. In other words — that’s us,” the Major said with a wide, almost manic smile and snapped his fingers.

In that moment the frame changed again — now the camera was pointed at a bound elderly man. Around his neck hung a sign reading “capitulator.” In the old man’s eyes was only fear and despair — he knew what awaited him. In the next second vampires pounced on him — and began tearing his body apart while he was still alive.

His scream echoed through the entire hall — causing a wave of unease and disgust in everyone. Integra clenched her fists, hiding her irritation behind the gesture — but immediately relaxed them when Alex placed a palm on her shoulder and pointed a finger at his temple.

In her head rang his voice: this was an intimidation tactic — to throw everyone off balance and conceal Millennium’s true goal. Hearing the analysis, Integra calmed down and began watching the screen more attentively — trying to understand what the Major would say next.

Everyone in the room reacted to the atrocity in their own way: Seras instinctively moved closer to Alessa and covered her eyes with her palm — completely forgetting that the girl had seen far worse things. But the maternal instinct kicked in — and she did it automatically.

“You bastards have gone too far,” Maxwell hissed, clenching his fists.

“Hmm… Who’s talking — head of the Vatican’s Section XIII,” the Major replied mockingly.

“Yes, that’s me. You’re all just insane,” Maxwell shot back, gritting his teeth in rage.

“Your god is happy, considering me mad. But may I ask? Who guarantees the sanity of your god? Who do you think you’re talking to? Perhaps I should have worn the black SS uniform? We are members of the Third Reich. How many people do you think we’ve killed? Our group lives and breathes war! Madness? You’re saying this now? It’s a bit late to talk about it after so many decades. Excellent! Splendid! Try to stop me! But unfortunately, my enemies are not you, Section XIII of the Vatican. My enemy is England. Knights of faith? No! My enemies are those jubilant man and woman standing in this hall,” the Major said in a fanatical, almost ecstatic tone, bringing his face closer to the camera lens.

At that moment a loud, rolling laugh from Alucard rang through the hall — she clutched her stomach, reveling in manic laughter. Alex, however, stood with an expression as if he were simply passing by the whole scene. But all eyes in the room were now fixed on the two of them.

Alex at that moment was thinking: because of one of his actions he had become a target for Millennium — or perhaps they had dug up something about him. And he was almost certain the second was closer to the truth — otherwise the Major wouldn’t have said those words. Alucard stopped laughing — and with a wide, predatory smile stared straight into the Major’s face on the screen.

“What a beautiful declaration of war. Very well. I will destroy you as many times as it takes,” she said with a wide smile.

“Of course. We are very persistent. We will reject useless solutions one by one,” the Major replied with a light, almost good-natured smile.

“Kill the messenger. Brutally,” Integra ordered coldly.

In that instant Alex leaped onto the table with one motion and walked straight toward the tablet and Schrödinger, who stood beside it. Everyone froze — no one understood what he was going to do. Alex, without a word, grabbed Schrödinger by the hair and slammed his face into the table with full force.

Then he began smashing the boy’s face against the tabletop — again and again, until Schrödinger’s face was covered in blood. And as if that wasn’t enough — Alex grabbed the tablet and began driving it into Schrödinger’s mouth with such brutality that everyone in the room involuntarily shuddered — except for Integra and Alucard, who watched calmly, almost with interest.

After each blow Schrödinger’s blood sprayed in all directions — along with teeth, fragments of bone, and chunks of flesh. And when Alex delivered the final blow — the boy’s head burst with a disgusting wet sound, and the headless body, covered in its own blood, slumped lifelessly to the floor.

After that a dead, ringing silence fell over the hall — broken only by the sound Alex made as he calmly wiped his hands clean of blood with a napkin.

To be continued…

(Phew, I was able to squeeze some of the things I’d originally planned into this chapter. But overall, we’re moving toward what’s called the war in London. But I think there’ll be even more development in the relationship between Alex and Integra, and then the war and everything else. So we wait, you wait, I wait, everyone waits. And now that the chapter is written, it’s time for something sweet. Peace, love, and an unfortunate death.)

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