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     There was no doubt that the Lord did all this to annoy him. Obviously unloading whatever she held back in persistent aggravation, given the former leader of the Kertia family orders just as this one that a many other current [ and former ] leaders would find appalling. Atrocious and something to raise voice about that he should deny these happenings and require upon orders more worth his time and skill!

    Himself? Honestly, he held no care about that. Accepting easily, as would it not permit him to wander back into the realm of humankind and just be for a while? [ in a sense, she did him well with her personal displeasure about plans and orders from her Lord Father ]. And, unlike others, he was not against learning the changes of the world [ even though man-made appliances held little to no worth for him ], having been taught a few things here and there by the modified humans under Viktor’s care. Especially the man named Tao seemed to be delighted that someone of the assassin’s class would be willing to indulge in the ‘benefits’ of this so-called 'internet’, making work a lot simpler while - in the end - Ragar would still go out and about and fancy himself in gathering whatever would come to light in research done over the last hour [ he, still, had to listen to the boy voicing concern about being loaded upon with something quite as - whimsical - as this ].

    Alas, two could play this game.

    “My Lord.”

    It would be laughable to assume that the Noblesse would shed tears, alas, he had left packages behind for Frankenstein to try and indulge his Master, however he saw fit [ he would her about this, later on, he knows ]. “As per your wish, I went out to find the 'spiciest ramyeon’, and will hear later about how it fared with the Noblesse and if it was to his taste.” She couldn’t really mean it, now could she? To make him 'shed tears’ [ too much like her father sometimes ]. With the announcement of return, he bows before her, movements of well-mannered politeness and respect to be fulfilled, accepting her wholly as his new Master and Leader.

    ♰ Alas, times change the second when the day dies and night would devour it whole.

         ★ Still, he lets him. Unmoving, unwavering in his stance save for the mere tilt of his head in acknowledgement and his arms rise and cross in front of own chest in mild contemplation of the happenings { and enough of a taking in to see what truly would be off with the other yet once again? }.

         ★ Cares so little { far too much? } and returns smirk in liking once it enlightens fair visage. Should tell him to stop those antics and pacing if not for amusement chiming and singing through his very blood. "Now, now~ Do not overpay your importance to me~" { but should he not? }. "You wish for more than you are permitted to have." For more than only would be allowed to give. "Alas, let me humour you for a spell. Your danger. Your wrath. It all promises my mind the solace it direly seeks."

     “Lukedonia sends its regards.”  Normally, all demons in hell could not have moved her to set a single foot within the approximate vicinity of Korea, where he lived. However, accompanied by Master Gejutel Landegre, clad in the black and golden colors of Lukedonia... If they were smart, they would not turn down the support of two additional clan leaders. 

   With one gran gesture, she let go of Leviathan’s golden handle and the whip dissolved into thin air, no longer connected to its wielder. A fuming field of ruins left behind by scattered enemies who realized this was a hopeless game they tried to play. So we meet again, Frankenstein. Instantly, her gaze scoured their immediate surroundings, senses reaching out tentatively. Was HE also here, somewhere? He must be. No Frankenstein without Sir Raizel. 

                    ❝  You’ve  become  quite  the  stranger  lately,  haven’t  you,  Frankenstein ?  ❞        Soft  laughter  spills  past  rosy  lips  as  hand  extends  towards  his  cheek  to  push  away  silken  honey  strands  [  a  cool  phantom  touch ,   lingering  for  only  a  brief  moment  before  pulling  away  ] .        ❝  Ah------  but  you’ve  been  missed.  I  pray  that  you’ve  been  well  during  your  absence ?  ❞        There’s  a  diamond  shine  in  her  eyes  as  smile  SPREADS  ‘pon  her  lips  as  she  steps  away .        ❝  I’ll  put  on  some  tea----  or  perhaps  you’d  prefer  some  coffee  while  we  catch  up.  What  say  you ?  ❞