The atmosphere in the ruined courtyard instantly turned to ice as Integra's gaze locked onto us.
"You 3, are you the ones responsible for this?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the heavy silence.
"Nope, actually we are also investigating this as well," I said, raising my hands slightly in a casual shrug.
Integra's eyes narrowed, her fingers tapping against her thigh. "Frankly, I don't trust you."
Without another word, she raised her hand and snapped her fingers.
"Alucard, detain them."
From the shadows behind her, a towering figure in a crimson coat materialized, a sadistic grin stretching across his face.
"Ugh, fine, just because I want to fight her," he muttered, the thrill of bloodlust bleeding into his voice as he pulled his massive, custom-made handguns from his coat.
I didn't even flinch. A smirk played on my lips. "Heh, let's dance."
Beside me, the air shifted. Flandre floated up into the air, her crystal wings refracting the moonlight into deadly, shimmering colors. A chaotic energy crackled around her as she began a playful, terrifying countdown.
"10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3-2-1!"
She threw her hands out, her eyes gleaming with manic glee.
"Ready, ready, are you ready? One more round of hide-and-seek. Make this match a good match for me. I don't need a friend who's weak."
BOOM!
Before Alucard could even pull a trigger, a catastrophic blast of magical energy erupted from Flandre's fingertips. The force of the impact shattered the concrete beneath them, sending Alucard rocketing far away into the night sky like a broken doll. But Flandre wasn't done. In the blink of an eye, she vanished from the ground and reappeared directly behind his soaring form, bringing her hand down in a brutal arc that slammed him right back down into the earth with a deafening crash.
She hovered in the sky, laughing gleefully down at the crater.
"Like fresh blood, once spilt, gets to flowing: Our little game isn't over yet!"
From the dust cloud below, a barrage of high-caliber bullets tore through the air. Alucard had started to open fire, his expression manic. Flandre moved like a blur, executing impossibly sharp aerial dodges.
But we weren't alone. Sensing the distraction, Walter the Butler and the police girl, Seras Victoria, moved in. Walter's hands twitched, deploying an invisible web of razor-sharp monofilament wires aimed to slice right through Remilia and me.
I scoffed, stepping forward.
"But hey, It's too late to talk, Can't say I haven't been waiting. Now's the day I'm afraid, My shot to wipe out this slate."
With a swift flick of my wrist, I unleashed a wave of energy, cleanly cutting all the wires surrounding us before they could even scratch our clothes. Walter's eyes widened in shock.
"Leave you in absolute states in utter awe and dismay, I'mma do it my own way. And now you're gonna pay!"
With a surge of mana, I summoned a magical clone to handle the frontline fighting for me. At the exact same time, I casually snapped my fingers, manifesting a pristine wooden table, two chairs, and a freshly brewed, steaming set of tea. I gestured politely to the elegant vampire beside me. "For you, Remilia."
While Remilia gracefully took her seat, my clone leaped into the fray. She was clad in vibrant purple, a confident grin plastered on her face.
"Now's your chance. C'mon, let's duke and dance, bruh," the clone taunted, cracking her knuckles.
Her locked eyes with Walter, her voice dropping into a mocking tone.
"A royal is finding this a bit too dignified. You think your slaughter's justified, But now you're in for a bad time."
The clone charged straight toward the master butler. Walter, recovering his composure, spun his hands to unleash another deadly wave of wires to stop her, but the purple-clad clone didn't even slow down, cleanly cutting through the steel-shredding threads with ease.
"The look on your face, You big disgrace. Can't change your mind, Or break away," the clone said, smirking right in her face.
"I don't know what your talking about," Walter hissed, his usual cool demeanor cracking as he raised his arms to defend himself.
CRACK!
The clone delivered a devastating kick directly to Walter's head, sending the butler stumbling backward. Seeing her mentor in trouble, Seras Victoria panicked, raising her massive anti-tank rifle and firing multiple high-impact shots. The clone danced through the gunfire, completely untouched.
"You think you're on my level? We're not the same. It's pointless drive, Nothing's compared to what I can do now."
The clone raised two hands. In one palm, a swirling ball of crimson energy formed; in the other, a deep blue. With a cold grin, she smashed the two spheres together, combining them into a singular, volatile orb of destruction before firing it straight at the Hellsing duo.
BOOM!
The explosion tore up the courtyard. Luckily for them, Walter and Seras managed to dive out of the way just in time, escaping the blast radius by a hair's breadth.
The clone stood amidst the smoke, looking down at them. "There's no higher power saving you. "
She stepped forward, the magical pressure in the air heavy enough to crush a normal human's lungs.
"But hey, You didn't wanna talk, And I'm fed up with the waiting. Long overdue for me to wipe clean the slate. Leave you in absolute states of sin you're claiming to deign, Your run is over today, And now you're going away."
Seras scrambled to her feet, her vampiric eyes wide with genuine terror as she watched Walter struggle to even stand up against the clone. She turned a pale face back toward her master.
"Sir Integra, I don't think we can beat them," Seras shouted over the din of battle.
Just then, Flandre dropped from the sky, landing heavily right in front of us, her chaotic aura causing the ground to shake.
"Hahahaha! Let's play some more!" she screamed, her eyes wild with excitement as she prepared to charge back out toward Alucard.
"If you play with me, I will always stand in the aftermath!" Flandre declared, her magical power flaring to dangerous levels.
Before she could leap, a firm, authoritative hand clamped down on her shoulder. It was Remilia.
"Enough! No more fighting!" Remilia commanded, her voice carrying weigh.
Flandre froze, the manic light in her eyes instantly deflating. Remilia stood up from the tea table, her elegant gaze locking onto the stunned Hellsing leader.
"We will come with you, so no fighting!" Remilia stated flatly, offering an ultimatum of peace.
"Awww," Flandre pouted, her wings drooping as she flew down to the ground, kicking a pebble in disappointment.
Suddenly, a puddle of blood on the floor swirled, and Alucard regenerated in an instant, appearing right next to Integra. His clothes were torn, but he had a massive, twisted grin on his face.
"Awww, I actually was having fun," Alucard murmured, disappointed that the thrilling chaos had been cut short.
Integra looked at the sheer destruction of the courtyard, then at us, and finally at her own battered forces. She let out a long, heavy sigh, pulling a silver case from her coat. She struck a match and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply before blowing a cloud of gray smoke into the night air.
"All of you behave... Let's go."
The ride back to the Hellsing headquarters was tense, but we arrived at the massive estate without any further fighting. As we walked through the dimly lit, polished corridors of the mansion, Seras Victoria kept glancing back at us, her brow furrowed in deep, concentrated thought.
Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, Seras turned to us and voiced her realization.
"Do you know they kinda similar to us... I mean they have the maid which is also a vampire hunter which is also Walter, then the two vampires, one acts like Sir Integra and the other probably will maybe act like Alucard," Seras said to us, gesturing between Sakuya, Remilia, and Flandre.
Integra didn't even pause her stride. She just closed her eyes and let out a flat, exhausted breath.
"That was perhaps the dumbest thing I ever heard," Integra said, completely shutting down her theory.
Seras flushed a deep crimson, instantly looking down at her boots in embarrassment. Integra stopped at the doorway of her grand office, turning around to face us fully. The smoke from her cigarette drifted toward the high ceiling.
"Anyways, I propose an alliance, since I have recently found out that you in fact are not the cause of the incidents," Integra said, her sharp eyes scanning our group before shifting to her own supernatural subordinates. "...And because everyone except Walter are... quite not helpful."
From the shadows of the hallway, a dark chuckle echoed.
"I heard that, bitch," Alucard's voice drifted out, completely unbothered by the insult.
Integra ignored him entirely, her focus locked on me. "So... will you accept?"
I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms with a confident smirk. "I have one condition."
Integra raised an eyebrow, her hand resting on the hilt of her small sword. "What is it?" she asked.
"Give me every anti-freak weapons you have, bonus points if you have guns or blades, and a road roller," I said, laying out my terms perfectly.
Integra stared at me for a long, quiet moment, likely wondering what on earth I planned to do with a piece of heavy construction equipment, but she ultimately decided not to question it. She let out a heavy, defeated sigh.
"Walter... see to it they get it," she said, waving a dismissive hand.
From just behind her, the butler bowed with flawless, elegant precision. "Of course, Sir."
As Integra turned to finally step into her office to get some much-needed rest, Walter cleared his throat softly, a polite but ominous smile on his face.
"Oh, and Sir... our financial suppliers are coming tomorrow, Sir."
Integra froze dead in her tracks. The stoic, unshakeable leader of the Hellsing Organization looked like she had just seen a ghost.
"Shit!"