The Nighteye graced the sky with its calm-inducing presence, Illuminating the world below as crickets chirped and owls hooted.
At such an ungodly hour when most n slept, Lord Fitzgerald stood in a strange room with Victoria beside him, her expression unreadable.
He carried out the summoning ritual ticulously after which the mirror placed on the wall rippled like a lake before changing, revealing a dark place illuminated by erald flas.
The candle flas in the room transford into a pale green color causing the temperature in the room to plumt though this only made Victoria feel more at ho.
She studied the ritual with the keen sense of a Cryptid, grasping the fluctuations in the aether that followed as the mirror rippled.
Victoria wouldn’t dare say she was the most knowledgeable about mysticism, nor would she claim she had experienced the most things in the supernatural considering she was almost always locked up in her castle but regardless, there was no way she wouldn’t be familiar with the faint sll of the dead.
It perated the room before now, perhaps as lingering aura but now, she could feel the sll filling up the room once again, with the darkened mirror serving as the origin of the aura.
The only group she was familiar with that possessed such aura was the Undead Wheel of the Mortal Wheels.
Did that an the leader of the Order was an Undead Wheel Mystic?
Curious, Victoria watched as a figure appeared in the mirror, her appearance very much human which caused Victoria to raise a brow.
If this was the leader then how co she could feel the dead aura of the Undead Wheel coming from the mirror?
Or was the Undead Wheel Mystic a subordinate of the woman?
Before the train of thought could make any more headway, the woman spoke up.
"You must be Victoria. The vampire that saved Lucius and the one that claims to have found a ans to prolong human life."
"Indeed I am, and you are?"
"You may call the Mouthpiece or Spokesman, any that suits you."
"Mouthpiece?" Victoria inquired. "Who do you speak for?"
"The Empire, of course." ca the response as though natural.
More questions cropped up in Victoria’s mind but knowing when to stop, she decided to change topics. "Fitzgerald ntioned that you wished to see ."
"Indeed. As you know, your claims, if proven true, might just be what Mystics need to no longer fear mortality."
"I am aware."
"But the question remains... where did you get such miracle liquid and though it pains to do this, I do apologize for the inconvenience."
Before Victoria could figure out what she ant, her surroundings changed, from the room adorned with red and black to a corridor that seed to stretch on for miles on end with great pillars on both ends.
The sight was pristine with not a speck of dust but it only heightened Victoria’s vigilance.
Then it ca, like a wave but instead of water, it was incomprehensible pain as her insides were dug out and read.
"Ahhh!" Victoria dropped to her knees, hugging herself with death feeling closer than ever.
However, as quickly as it ca, it soon dissipated with the sight once again switching back to the room with red and black adornnts.
Victoria raised her head to glare at the mirror as she remarked through gritted teeth. "Is this how the Order deals with its partners?"
"As I said, I do apologize but the process was necessary."
"Is that so?" Victoria struggled back to her feet, albeit slightly disoriented before inquiring. "So what now?"
"Now we do business. As quickly as possible if you can."
"When do you want the first batch?"
"... In 3 days. Is that possible?"
"... Yeah, yeah it’s possible."
"I look forward to testing the efficacy of the miraculous drug."
Clicking her tongue, Victoria replied. "Sa here."
***
Alice felt it was wrong.
Despite her reservations, Lucius had managed to surprise her with his thod of teaching.
His insights and his unique manner of approach to getting information across even made her wonder if she had been wrong about him.
Perhaps he had been in the wrong place and now that he was in a more familiar terrain, he could finally reveal himself.
However, against her better judgnt, she found herself going along with her classmates and their preposterous ideas.
Why she did it, she had no idea.
Peer pressure?... Or just a deep-seated grudge against the professor coming to light?
Regardless, the deed was done and it was ti to wait for the consequences.
Which didn’t take long as the door to the lecture hall soon flung open with Lucius stepping in.
His gaze scanned all present and on ensuring none were missing, he made his way to the podium where a flurry of letters were waiting to be read by him.
"Does anyone know who wrote these?" Lucius inquired of the class with none deeming it fit to proffer a response.
"Hmm." Furrowing his brows, he placed his briefcase down alongside his jacket before proceeding to inspect the letters and their contents.
It soon beca apparent what they were all about.
They all decried his appointnt as HoD and made clear their desire to no longer be taught by him.
They wished to stand in solidarity behind Professor Albus who had been tagged a criminal.
All expected so sort of response, perhaps a show of anger or sothing more, anything that could be used by them so that the student council would have a reason to call for his step down from the post of HoD.
Unfortunately, none of that happened with Lucius rely letting out a sigh.
He placed the letters aside and acting as though he hadn’t read them, turned to face the class before remarking.
"Let’s begin."
***
It was a busy street close to the academy walls with citizens going about their day while Royal Blues patrolled the area, scanning for any potential trouble.
However, despite their vigilance, none would be able to imdiately discern the ergence of a hooded figure close to the wall.
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