As the defective detective drifts off into an uneasy sleep, the camera can finally shift upwards to the dark clouds brewing above. The st vestiges of autumn are always accompanied by sudden downpours that washes away the doubts of this nd. The fake and very Elevenese [La Monarquía] finally is able to get some much needed help, rest, and new weapon to fight off her ALWAYS RIGHT friend. Like this detectiveless narration, the weather is truly unpredictable!

  When the camera pans down again, it centers on the yellowed lights of a white-walled building. Despite its glossy new fa?ade, cracks have already started to appear in the walls. Within the eastern-facing clinic room which looks towards the sleeping capital of [New Coimbra]...

  A brown-haired beauty stirs.

  This person, is of course, the real [La Monarquía].

  Sharp pain immediately spikes through the left side of her abdomen, patched up as she was with rolls of gauze under those dull mint green patient robes of her, being spiked by one of Oracion's signature [Trace Needles] must still be a big OUCH!

  "The pink-haired one... is no ordinary grunt!"

  Recalling back to the final engagement before she passed out, the needle flew through swarms upon swarms of metallic butterflies to find the narrow opening that strikes at a vital, but non-killing spot! When she rematerialized on the highest point of New Coimbra, she had already bled out for a good distance...

  At that moment, she had been pinned between the [Exposer of Conspiracies] and the pink-haired one. What had been a simple assassination turned into a botched rescue job of that servant catgirl of hers.

  Back then, it was not a mistake to retreat.

  The swarms of metallic butterflies under her control allowed her to obscure her escape with that catgirl servant of hers, but it was regretful that she was not able to take the Exposer's head! Stopped once again when she was one step from accomplishing her goal, that purple-haired annoyance is blessed with a daemon's luck!

  No... not luck.

  Someone up there is looking out for her...!

  The Exposer's reputation had long spread through the dark circles of the Vespana underground. A little girl would not be able to colpse the entire eastern wing of [GLOYW Agency's] operations by herself! Amongst all the other acts of destruction she wrought against the underworld of Vespana, that was the one that brought her the most infamy! In the short span of three years, all dark-aligned factions now fear her name and refuse to speak it out loud!

  There must be people aiding her in the darkness somewhere, if not, some supernatural deity was always covering for her excessively reckless showboating! The gods of Vespana above certainly enjoy their dark humor...! That is why---

  "No. That's not it." Pcing a hand to cover half her face, magickal strings of logic appear before her eyes like thin threads of string, silvery and metallic, drawn in cross-crossing shapes across the hospital bedding she lies upon. When she puts a single finger to retrieve the [Lined Thoughts] within, her exposed eye glows green for a moment as she borrows on a burrowed and undeserving power to break down the events of two nights ago.

  That was no fluke.

  The Exposer's disguise and fakery had fooled everybody.

  Her included.

  It was hateful, but it was her complete defeat.

  By now the Exposer must have retreated back behind the protection of [Trono Palido], whom she is most certainly working with. This new information draws a thin vertical line downwards from the ceiling, dangling in a straight silver line perpendicur to the ground. Glissing her fingers over it with vicious fury, the monarchess dismisses the regrettable conclusion with the wave of a hand. All strings of thought disappear from her vision, and the green glow is forcibly suppressed once more.

  If it is the princess of Vespana's personal faction, [Trono Palido], it would be not be a difficult thing to find some way to resuscitate her. The true identities of [Trono Palido's] faction members are all kept a magickal secret, but their movements are always preceded with showy movement in white cloaks, not a single person would be able to mistake the appearance of a [Trono Palido] member on the field! That's why when she unexpectedly dressed herself in the white cloak of the elite faction, she was not just breaking multiple unwritten rules of Vespana's faction system, she was actively deriding the careful caution shown to New Coimbra's secret protectors!

  Even so, the events of the [Fake Lord Protector] incident proved one thing.

  The Exposer could be... attacked and killed.

  She was not invincible.

  When her dark majesty recovered, she would immediately lead another frontal attack!

  [Directed Energy Weapons] have shown to do actual damage on her...

  ... the only issue then is the output!

  Just as these dark thoughts involuntarily run through the bed-ridden [La Monarquía's] mind, the door to her white-walled room slides open with a hiss.

  High heels ccking on the fluorescent-lit white-tiled floor, it approaches the single bed by the window, pcing a smiling Fox-Mask on the bedside drawer, taking no notice when she knocks over a flower bottle, accidentally spilling pink liquid on the pristine clinic floor! For a single instant, pink mist evaporates on the floor, forming a pink mist for a single instant before dissipating!

  Seated at bedside and sidling uncomfortably close, right up to [La Monarquía's] face...

  "Did you miss me, little Fayde?"

  "Watch your tone. In magickal ability I outrank you still."

  The girl with orange-blooded hair comes incredible close to Fayde's face, noses almost touching! The peppermint scent of the aggressive girl's exhaled breath comes upon the gring patient's lips; seeing she cannot gain any advantage, she peruses her lips and smiles a fake and textbook-learnt smile!

  "You should come by this clinic of mine more often. How can we do maintenance on your mind if you never visit my [Alteration Central]?"

  "Unlike you, I have been busy, Doktah."

  "Heiheiheiheiheiheihei...!" Orange-haired Doktah forces out a very unnatural line of sounds, a cross between hackneyed coughing and a call for help! Drawing a line between Fayde's chest in her loose hospital gown, the uncomfortable action doesn't cause Fayde to flinch, but only gre even harder at the ill-mannered and corrupt physician before her!

  "The [Controllist] higher-up directives are for each of us to obtain a source of Descendant's blood by any means...

  It must be nice to have that blood pumping through your veins all the time, doesn't it, Fayde...?"

  [SFX:Fwip!]

  The Doktah of sensuous desires changes the positioning of her legs, crossing her left over right this time. However, she does not make any attempt to make for patient-doctor retionship distance, and closes in with her upper body, buttons below her red undershirt touching the buttons on the patient's side!

  "You have three seconds to remove yourself..."

  "I saw the [Exposer] tonight."

  "And...? Don't tell me you're here to brag about running away with your tail between your legs?"

  "So hurt... My colleague thinks I lost?"

  "Yes. You have no ability to beat 'her'."

  "Heiheiheiheiheiheihei...!" Even as the Doktah does her bnk imitation of a ugh, her irises are locked in tiny pin-pricks, only returning to a sanpaku normal when she jerks her head at a tilt to stare into Fayde's narrowing irises with eyes glowing a sickly neon green! For a moment, there was true, unstolen anger swimming in those manic eyes!

  But for a moment.

  Covering her eyes with an entire straightened palm she disperses the possessive green by swiping it away,

  "That's why the higher-ups love you so much. You retain the full range of human emotions and abilities of your host. Isn't that right..."

  [Morganna Fayde, First Lord Protector of Olden Vespana]...!

  [SFX: THUNDER]

  Lightning outside illuminates the darkened faces of these two monsters putting their faces uncomfortably close to each other! In the rumbling thunder, Morganna makes no reply to the cryptic hint left by Doktah. Her heart had already stilled a long time ago. She was very sure of who she was, [Mind Alteration] or not!

  "We are up against a true monster this time, hei. Even an entire house of surveilnce couldn't catch 'her'." Pulling out an [Orb] from within her loosely buttoned red shirt, it recounts a phantomic battle between a motion-blurred purple shadow passing through the first floor of the Galopin Chateau, taking out the stationed Horseguy guards with hidden dropkicks, enzugiris and inversed backstabbers without even revealing much more than the fsh of pantyhose taking down each Horseguy, non-lethally btw for that non-lethal takedown bonus! "Taking control of the Galopin family head has failed. They'll be on high alert from here on out. Therefore... The higher-ups have new orders."

  "And they are...?"

  "For us to work... very closely together."

  "I can kill the Exposer myself."

  "No. Not kill."

  "Not... kill? I just need another tower set up, this is a magickal output issue---" Fayde is cut off by the Doktah cutting the air before her mouth.

  "The higher-ups want to...

  ... Crush. Her. Heart...! "HouseDerouxScribbles