[Monoceros Keep General Hospital's Outpatient Department: 8:20 AM, 5th of Before Witching, Year 426]

Scurrying around and bringing his lab coat and belongings, Amnon reached at his office and noticed a queue of patients waiting for the general practitioner and other specialists. He heavily sighed and felt embarrassed for being late since he had been always on time at work. The resident doctor was confronted by another fellow who happened to be his immediate supervising physician and senior in his med school days at University of Foranea. He was a dark haired man in his late thirties and slightly taller than Amnon. Just behind his glasses, he had a pair of azure irises in his eyes. The supervising outpatient doctor intently grinned at his subordinate fellow and snickered.

" Pas vraiment un lève-tôt aujourd'hui, Amnon. (Not much of an early bird today, Amnon.) " he laughed and handed him a pile of clip folders.

" Bonjour Théo! C'est juste que j'ai un visiteur elfe et un ami qui est passé chez moi hier soir et a pris le petit déjeuner avec nous! (Bonjour, Thèo! It's just I have an elven visitor and friend who dropped by at home last evening and had breakfast with us!) " the blonde moustached fellow nervously chuckled and received the pile of clip folders of his patients.,

Doctor Thèo Boyer heard his subordinate fellow and cocked his eyebrows. He intently smiled at him and nonchalantly replied, " D'accord, vous ferez face à une multitude d'humains, d'elfes, de nains, d'orcs et de Leanan Sidhe comme patients tout au long de la journée. Alors, faisons-les trier et traiter. (Okay, you'll be facing a multitude of humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, and Leanan Sidhe people as your patients throughout the day. So, let's get them sorted and treated.) "

" Oui! " Amnon nodded and nervously gulped while looking at the people waiting for him. He quickly entered to his office and looked at the list of patients, picked up the first patient, and left his room, calling, " Monsieur Tsirhc Itna! "

An Aldernian man with charcoal brown hair and radiant blue eyes who was a few inches shorter than the Akrovian-Foranean doctor in height. He was semi-built and dressed in a business suit. Itna was holding a cane and giving the general practitioner a warm smile when he entered the clinic.

" Ah, I have waited for you since thirty minutes ago, Doctor Montmartre, " he cordially spoke. " It seems you have a very busy morning, doesn't it? I'm honored to be your first patient on the queue. "

" Yes, of course, come in, " Amnon smiled back at his patient and let him enter. " So, monsieur Itna, this is for your physical examination? "

" Certainly, doctor, " Itna nodded. " I've been doing this every year back in Alderny, but it seems like the doctors in my other country seem to be expensive and health care services are not that effective as yours in Foranea. "

Amnon cocked his eyebrows and deeply thought of his patient's words. Still, Itna managed to convincingly smile at him. The general practitioner offered him a seat when the Aldernian patient instantly sat down.

" So, no history of illnesses, injuries, and hospital confinement before? " the blonde moustached doctor asked.

" Oh, no at all, sir! " the brunette Aldernian chuckled. " I had no experiences such as those. "

" Any family history of terminal illnesses or comorbidity? "

" None..."

" Any experiences of Umbral influences or curses? "

Itna remained dead silent and sweating upon hearing the physician's question. He seemed like he was being instantly stabbed and pierced by the back with a surgeon's scalpel. Amnon looked intently at his patient and waited for his response, while filling out and writing at the patient form.

" Khorosho? (Well?) " the general practitioner pensively asked in Luski and paused writing.

" Doctor Montmartre, why did you suddenly speak in another language other than Franken?! " Itna nervously laughed. " I didn't know you're trilingual! "

" Look monsieur Itna. I don't want to run around the bushes. Just answer the question. Do you have a history of Umbral influence or a curse within the family? "

Itna remained silent and kept fidgeting his fingers. His eyes rolled in sideways, avoiding the doctor's truth stabbing query. The brunette Aldernian man's forehead was sweating. He was deeply thinking of an excuse to protect himself from being cornered.

" No...I.. I don't have an experience of an Umbral influence or any curse related to it! " Itna chuckled and interjected, managing himself to keep on lying. " Why would I even let myself get into trouble? "

" It's just I need to make sure you're in clean bill of health, " Amnon nonchalantly spoke and wrote down the man's statement and his recommendation. " Perhaps, you need to consider to have some blood and urine tests. We need to detect if you have a fluid left by the Umbral gods or any related entities. It may run around within your bloodstream and can be very fatal if not treated. " Then, he plainly smiled and said, " Trust me, monsieur. I've experienced that critically freaking hellhole from Damocles, himself. "

" Blood and urine tests?! Why would I need it, doctor? I am perfectly fine! I can prove you that! "

Amnon was still not convinced in the Aldernian's response. He already knew that his patient was lying and wrote his observations to him. Itna had let out a loud laugh and diverted his physician's attention.

" Laughter is the best medicine, I take it, " the Akrovian-Foranean physician seriously responded and crossed his arms, leaning on the desk. " But still, I'm not convinced of this sudden laughter from you. "

" Doctor, do you ever have a funny bone perhaps? I'm trying to lighten the mood! "

" Right, the humerus. It's an old med school joke, monsieur, " Amnon sighed and took his stethoscope, reminding his patient. " Now, take a deep breath. "

Itna felt a rubber and metallic object being placed on his back. Then, he started inhaling and exhaling for a minute. Next thing, Amnon placed the stethoscope on the patient's chest for a minute while looking at his watch. Then, he wrote his observations on the patient file. The brunette Aldernian man seemed to be anxious and grinned at his doctor when the general practitioner took out his sphygmomanometer and cuff.

" I know this will hurt, right? " Itna nervously chuckled.

" Just steady, monsieur. This will take a couple of minutes to check your blood pressure. "

The Akrovian-Foranean physician carefully placed his cuffs on the man's left arm. He pumped the blood pressure cuff as it thickened. The sphygmomanometer's gauge pointed at 300 mmHg. Itna looked uneasy and saw the blood pressure cuff thickened. Amnon carefully released the air from the cuff. The systolic pressure was 140 and diastolic was 110. Then, he wrote his patient's vitals.

" You seemed nervous, monsieur? Have you made an excesseive coffee intake, lately? " he asked with a concern.

" Yes, sir, " Itna nervously chuckled. " I had coffee this morning, around 2 to 3 cups. "

" No wonder. Now, let me check your eyes and the other parts of your body for this physical assessment. "

" Please do what you need to do, doctor. I'll be fine after this. "

" It depends on what I have observed. "

After Dr. Montmartre made a thorough check on his patient's body and wrote his observations, he turned to the brunette Aldernian man and cleared his throat. Itna managed to smile and waited for his response.

" So, how is it, doctor? " he asked.

" No physical deformities or any injuries, so far. You're a high caffeine drinker. There will be a possibility that you may have gastric ulcers, heart burn, and hypertension in the future. So moving forward, lessen the caffeine intake. "

" Yes, sir, " Itna nodded.

" And another thing monsieur Itna, I have noticed a growing mole on your shoulder. Is it painful? "

The Aldernian patient became alarmed of the physician's question and started fidgeting his fingers. He was sweating which he was feeling so uneasy. Amnon cocked his eyebrows and noticed the man's sudden anxiety. Itna managed to smile and laughed diverting the physician's attention.

" No, doctor! It's not a painful tumor, it's just a birthmark! " he humourously lied.

Amnon silently stared at his patient and became very dubious. He wrote his recommendation and perscription on a piece of paper. Itna received and read it.

" So, I have written your perscription. More multivitamins intake. Eat nutritious food. Drink 10 to 12 glasses of water. Lessen caffeine intake, " the general practitioner explained. " I require to have your blood, urine, and stool tests. Chest X-Ray is also needed. I still have doubts with your growing mole on your left shoulder. I suspected it's either benign or malignant tumor. "

" What if it's malignant? "

" It could be cancer or an Umbral branding that was placed in you. "

" Right. I hope it's neither of the two illnesses. "

" Well, it's better to have you checked further, monsieur Itna. If it's cancer, I may refer you to an oncologist or an internal medicine specialist. If it's an Umbral branding, let's see if I will give you some further treatment for that. "

" Understood now, doctor. Merci beaucoup. "

" De rien, monsieur Itna. Passe une bonne journée. Je te verrai le jour des impôts. (You're welcome, monsieur Itna. I'll see you on Tax-Day. Have a good day.) "

The Aldernian patient stood up and shook hands with his doctor. He cocked his eyebrows in suspicion and felt a sudden spark from his artificial right hand. He moaned and slightly twitched. Amnon sternly stared at his patient and sensed something with him.

" Dammit! That dormant bioelectric spell from Doctor Montmartre, he's so freakingly powerful! He could have stunned me! This time, he suspects me of being an Umbral and wants me to have a series of foolish tests! What on Iliad does he want from me?! " Itna angrily thought.

" Monsieur Itna, is there something wrong? " Amnon asked with concern.

" No, nothing, doctor! " he laughed, inhibiting his fury. " Your artificial right hand, is it powered by your electrical spells? "

" Oui, it's charging at the moment, but I don't bother about it. I still continue working even I feel drowsy at times. I'm really used to it. No worries, " he nonchalantly spoke and plainly smiled.

" Ah, I see. I forgot to tell you about an event that will happen on the 7th of Before Witching. It's a Tax-Day evening. The venue is at Centre de congrès Monoceros Keep. People of influence and profession are invited. Of course, you and your wife should be there. "

Itna handed his doctor the invitation letter. Amnon read it and nodded, " Oh, okay. The Con, right. A party, but why? "

" It's an advanced celebration of Senator Neforie's candidacy as the future Foranean president. I have high hopes that he will win in the election next year. "

Somehow, Amnon detected a red flag from his patient's remarks and again cocked his eyebrows. Then, he instantly stared at the brunette Aldernian man and rolled his eyes.

" Monsieur Itna, it's too early for Neforie to do a celebration and making a proclamation as a president. The other presidential candidates are on a planning and campaigning stage. How come he would even do that? "

" Neforie is an unconventional politician. He doesn't go with the flow of those foolish candidates. Besides, doctor, why don't you have a chance to meet the potential future president? "

" Pardon moi, monsieur? "

" I'm just musing around Doctor Montmartre, " Itna slightly chuckled. " I'll see you on Tax-Day for my check-up and the evening party. Au revoir! "

Amnon looked at the invitation letter and heavily sighed. He seemed to be bothered and very anxious of what his patient said. Diverting his emotions, he picked up with the second clipboard and left his office.

" Madame Catherine Knightfall with messieurs Hunter, " he called out the second patient and her companions. " Bonjour. "

The elderly woman with the two gentlemen stood up and entered the doctor's office. Amnon smiled and gestured the three.

" So, how are the tests going, Mama Catherine?

" It was like bitten by a vampire! " Catherine joked and chuckled.

" At least, you did your best to cooperate, Lady Catherine, " Ethan interjected.

" It was just I have to deal with so many tests, yet I need to rule out what's going on with my right side. "

" Right, " Mack nodded at the old lady and turned to the physician, giving the results from yesterday. " Doctor Montmartre, I believe this is Lady Catherine's blood, urine, stool, and ultrasound tests. You need them for your diagnosis. "

" Ah, oui. Merci beaucoup, Mack, " Amnon received the envelope from a younger Odyssea Academy alumnus and opened it. He started to read and analyse the results from her tests and frowned. He intently checked the urine and blood samples including the ultrasound.

" Doctor, is there something wrong? " Ethan asked with concern.

" The urinalysis results tell she has high in hematuria or urine in the blood. The complete blood count also can also tell an infection related to stone, " Amnon explained and showed the ultrasound picture of the elderly woman's kidneys, pointing out the stones inside. " Mama Catherine has a kidney stone with a size of chickpea. "

" A kidney stone?! How is that possible, Amnon? " Catherine asked in disbelief. " Where did I get this? "

" Remember you had trouble eating and urinating which you had a pain emanating from the right side? "

" Yes. "

" Any signs of nausea, vomiting, and peeing more often the usual with some pain? "

" Yes, that's exactly what I have been experiencing those before until now, but how did I acquire this? "

" I presume you have been eating food with too much salt or sugar for the past several decades and drinking too little water. Your blood tests also detected with high levels of calcium, phosphorus and uric acid, " Amnon seriously answered. " One more thing, sexual intercourse with multiple partners can transmit nitrous oxide during erection from different male partners. So, therefore you have developed those salts and minerals coming from diet and sexual intercourse which they block the urine flow from the kidney to the bladder. I'm sorry to say this, Mama Catherine. It would be a complicated illness if this is not treated. "

" Oh, Heavens..." Catherine muttered anxiously. " That explains of the tremendous pain on the lower right. "

" Lady Catherine, we need to get you treated if that is the case, " Mack reminded. " You still have to meet your son in the Dread Wolves Tribe, right? "

" Yes, but I met him in a dream along with my two descendants. Perhaps, there's a way I can meet my son in person while I am in treatment here in Foranea, " she sighed, looked at Amnon, and asked. " Do you have any healing potions to remove these kidney stones? "

" I will need to refer you to a nephrologist and internal medicine specialist, Docteur Amelie Glènat-Rousseau. In case that you will be experiencing another signs and symptoms, she will be able to give you a specific treatment for kidney stones reduction. For now, I can only recommend drinking more fluids especially water, tea, and lemon juice. Avoid salt intake. Then, a once a day intake of an alpha blocker drug, Tamsulosin 0.4 milligrams, " the general practitioner reminded and wrote the prescription for his ancestor.

" Amnon, what is a Tamsulosin? " she curiously asked and seemed to be unfamiliar with the medication's generic name.

" It's a drug responsible for kidney stones reduction. Make sure you take this after breakfast. Also, I recommend to take anti-sickness or pain killers to alleviate the pain. "

" Doctor, should I replicate your wife's formulation of the Vitality Serum from our alma mater? " Mack queried. " You mentioned it's both an analgesic and anaesthetic, and have regenerative properties. It will work for Lady Catherine as a pain killer. "

" Yes, you may, Mack. It needs to be administered in 20 milliliter dosage if she feels abdominal pain. "

" Noted. Thank you, sir. "

Amnon nodded and handed the prescription to Ethan. Then, he showed the recommendations and medications for the elderly mage. Catherine nodded in agreement as she completely understood and sighed.

" Your medical science and healing arts have greatly progressed in the past several centuries, " she commented and held the paperwork. " I'm so glad that one of my descendants have studied extensively aside from magic of the light. " Then, she sighed and continued, " It seems like I have to compromise to correct those wild things I have done in the past and ended up becoming ill with kidney stones as well as performing the forbidden magic. "

" Lady Catherine, you still have a chance to see your son very soon, " Mack assuringly reminded at the elderly woman. " You have met Doctor Montmartre and Mister Fischer as your descendants. The three of them will continue your legacy which you have imparted. You just need to recover from this illness. "

" You just inspired us through a dream, Mama Catherine, " Amnon interjected and recalled. " That wasn't in vain at all. You can still help us while getting treated. "

" Well then, I'm glad you three are able to witness and learn from my three children, Amnon, " she sincerely smiled and then sensed her descendant's weariness. " Yet, you seemed to be very bothered at your patient before us. "

" Yes, care to explain that, doctor? " Ethan nodded and asked, noticing the invitation letter envelope on the physician's desk. " Are you alright, sir? "

Amnon remained silent and curiously tilted his head. He didn't want to disclose about Itna's medical records and further conversation about his physical exam since he has been following patient confidentiality as a part of the medical practitioner's code of ethics. He frowned and became uncomfortable to speak up about the Aldernian man's growing tumor on his shoulder. Catherine, Ethan, and Mack waited for his response which the Akrovian-Foranean doctor composed his thoughts.

" Well, I'm sorry I can't disclose anything from the patient to a non-medical staff. It's better not to discuss anything from them without their consent, " he calmly broke his silence, hiding his uneasiness. " It's part of the job to protect every patient's privacy and further information. I don't want to lose my medical license and career for this. I almost lost my job back in Odyssea Academy from that Asclepius incident and learned my lesson. It's very complicated if I commit such breach on my part. I don't want to do those things. "

" It's all right, Amnon, " Catherine nodded at her descendant. " I know you're doing your job and following such set of rules. You are a good doctor. "

" Thank you, Mama Catherine. "

" Doctor, we understand of your compliance from your own code of ethics, " Ethan added and warned. " It's just that I know that man from our country. I have seen and heard of his crimes two to four decades ago. "

" Pardon moi, monsieur Hunter? "

" Your patient, Tsirhc Itna is the most wanted con-man in Alderny. He has deceived the most people and fallen into his own schemes. "

" What kind of schemes? "

" Well, he hypnotises and convinces people by making them invest in a fictitious organisation and stealing money for his own good or even supporting the Chergarian Empire by sending them funds. I suspected Itna has been using Soul and Umbral Magic. "

" Bonté! Ne me dis pas! (Goodness! Don't tell me!) " the Akrovian-Foranean general practitioner muttered in shock with his two languages. " YA deystvitel'no ne znayu, chto skazat'! (I really don't know what to say!) "

" Doctor Montmartre, I'm sorry to say this, but Itna is a criminal related to the Umbral Cult, " Ethan confirmed. " If ever that man threatens and swindles you or anyone in this hospital, please let me know. I've been assigned as an Intel in the Aldernian Royal Army and tracking his whereabouts in your country. I'm looking for Shemlock Homes, but I'm accompanying my brother and Lady Catherine in Foranea for now and finding an opportunity to take him down. "

" Ethan is right, Amnon, " the elderly mage added. " I know you're practicing patient's confidentiality, but I believe you need to speak to someone who's in charge or anyone in authority. Yet, the Blue Knight might also intervene. "

" He's a dangerous criminal, doctor. You need to do something before he gets anyone of you, " Mack also warned. " He may look amicable, but he has intention to ruin by the looks of him. "

" I know. I'll just see what I can do on Tax-Day for his check-up, " he answered.

[Monoceros Keep General Hospital's Recovery Room Second Floor: 12:30 PM, 5th of Before Witching, Year 426]

Amnon had finished his lunch break at the cafeteria and headed to his younger brother-in-law's room. He gently knocked on the door as it was opened by the other brother-in-law, Crispin.

" Hi, Amnon. Glad you just come to visit us again! " Crispin greeted.

" Bonjour, Crispin, " Amnon smiled and greeted back. " Have you two eaten your lunch? "

" Yeah, we get used to eat hospital food, " the youngest Sinclair brother nodded and chuckled, gesturing the doctor. " Come on in. "

The Akrovian-Foranean physician entered the room and saw Basil finished eating his lunch and grinned at the newcomer.

" Hey, Doc! " the amnesiac brother happily greeted at Amnon. " Boy, I'm glad to see you again! "

" I just got busy with my outpatients today, " Amnon smiled back at his brother-in-law, sat down, and shook hands with him. " How are you feeling? "

" I'm much better than before, Doc, " Basil responded at his older brother-in-law. " I've been doing some tests recently as the other doctor asked me to do some sketches. Yeah, they're just like Elandric comic book drawings, but she told me this could help me remember my past. "

" Can you show those to me? "

" Okay. "

Basil handed Amnon his sketchpad. The general practitioner started to flip the pages and carefully check his sibling-in-law's artworks. Most of them were his childhood back in Elandris along with his siblings Glenda and Crispin, his graduation at the University of Foranea, his restaurant business, some visits to Glenda and Amnon, the bankruptcy days, his recruitment to the Ordrè de Damokles, and the final page was an elderly madman attacking him and his younger brother. Amnon looked concerned at his two brothers-in-law, closed the sketchpad, sadly sighed, and returned it to the amnesiac one.

" Doc, you okay? " Basil curiously asked and received his sketchpad.

" You're a good artist, Basil, " Amnon managed to smile and remarked, giving a suggestion. " Upon your discharge, why not apply for a job at a publications company? You can try to work as an illustrator before you regain your business. "

" Business, you say? "

" Oui, you and Crispin owned a restaurant business before? Glenda and I used to visit you both one time, " the physician recalled. " You said, 'Amnon, Glenda, I'll give you two a discount. You can order anything you want and enjoy your meal. Bon Appètit, you two! ' We loved eating at your Elandric restaurant back then. "

" Did I say that? " Basil asked and looked at his younger brother.

" Yeah, that was before Amnon headed up to Odyssea Academy around two years ago, " Crispin replied. " You just didn't want them to pay that much, though. "

Basil remained silent and looked at the page which he drew the restaurant business days. Suddenly, he gained some flashbacks and widened his eyes in shock. Then, he looked at the two men and slowly smiled.

" Guys, I can remember now! " Basil loudly broke his silence and recalled. " Amnon, you were there with Glenda. The both of you arrived every closing time when you just came from the clinic or the hospital. You just waited for the time when the restaurant's empty and sang so many songs while waiting for your meal! I could see you played the guitar and Glenda on the piano! That was so memorable and I enjoyed listening to your music back then! "

" Sacrè Bleu! Bozhe moi! Your memories have just regained! " Amnon exclaimed in shock.

" Yeah, pretty weird isn't it, Bro?! "

" Basil, you're back! " Crispin happily cheered. " Oh, Heavens! We've thought you'll forget everything! "

" Sheeesh, Cris! Would I ever be like that?! Seriously, I'm back! I wish Dad and Mom were here! Wait, I do remember Cousin Wilma visited us two days ago! Then, Glenda and Ivo! "

" Yeah, they did to check on you, " Crispin nodded. " Amnon also brought some of his fellow doctors in the hospital. You were in coma and then you woke up. You couldn't remember anything at first. "

" Right, but why were we here in the first place? " Basil asked the two when Amnon and Crispin shared glances and thought of telling the truth to him.

" Basil, " the general practitioner cleared his throat and explained. " A few days ago, you and Crispin were brought by the Blue Knight and his companions from the Paladin Knights. They found you both injured and wounded. Your younger brother was healed by the Blue Knight and then you were being injected with a regenerative drug from Odyssea Academy. I asked him to use it for the wounded just like you two. "

" So, they saved my life along with my brother?! "

" Oui. I'm sorry to ask this to you, Basil. Can you still you remember who had beaten you up? "

Hearing his older brother-in-law's question, he turned to the last page of his sketchpad and intently looked at the elderly mad man with a cigarette on his mouth and holding a surgical knife. Basil crossed his eyebrows and frowned, angrily clenching his fingers and becoming agitated. He looked at them, immediately stood up, and had his slippers.

" Basil! What the heck are you thinking?! " Amnon loudly exclaimed " You're not yet allowed to be discharged! "

" Basil, please! You're not going anywhere! " Crispin added, blocking his way. " We won't let you! "

" Why are you two blocking me?! I need to see that son of a
b¡+(h! Where the f@(k is Moreau?! Tell me, you two! " Basil heatedly growled. " You ain't goin' around the bushes and wastin' my time taking him down! "

" Basil, please listen to us, " Amnon pleaded anxiously and reasoned. " We understand you're regaining your memories, but that doesn't mean you will put yourself in jeopardy for the second time! You almost died and lost your memories! We don't want you to experience that suffering again! "

" Look, Bro, " Crispin interjected. " We don't wanna lose you again! Seriously, you're getting yourself into trouble! Moreau had terribly beaten you to death! Do you want to end your life like that, huh?! "

Basil heard his brothers' reasoning to him and stepped back. He heavily sighed and confessed, " It's because Moreau's the Ripper which Cousin Wilma tried to deceipher! You guys mentioned of him as the murderer at the university! I want to get even with him and make him pay to what he has done to us! "

" Basil, you have done enough in leaving the Ordrè. You brought Crispin away from your supposed employers, " Amnon calmly spoke. " Let the authorities search him and those people. You need to recover physically and emotionally. We don't want to waste your life from such troubles you had. Please, you have a future to deal with. Understand? "

The recovering patient looked at the ceiling and let out a deep huff. Then, he turned to the doctor and his younger brother. Crispin placed his right hand on his older brother's shoulder and sincerely smiled.

" I'm so sorry, guys. I can't tolerate on what he had done to me and Cris. It's a lot to take in and I need to find out how to stop him..."

" Basil, you still have a little niece from Amnon and our sister, " Crispin reminded." She will be out very soon. You don't want to waste that opportunity in seeing her growing up and spoiling her, do you? "

" You're right, guys, " he relented and smiled back. " I guess I can't let her down. She also needs me."

[Recovery Room 2023 Second Floor: 1:00 PM, 5th of Before Witching, Year 426]

Maria Griffith became catatonic and non-speaking when the Leanan Sidhe nurse Annika assisted the two female patients and took their vital signs. Olivia was resting on the other bed.

" Madame, how long has been she like this? " the attending nurse asked curiously.

" Ever since yesterday, " Olivia sadly spoke. " Her husband was killed and she got raped. "

" Pardon moi? "

" I know it's complicated to tell, " she sighed. " Maria loved her husband so much, but she couldn't bear to experience so much darkness. I helped her escape from the Umbral Cult lair after his demise. "

" Where is that? "

Olivia looked at the window and leaned on the pillow. She tried to compose her thoughts to answer the Leanan Sidhe nurse's query. Annika waited for the recovered patient's response.

" I can't remember where, " Olivia gloomily spoke. " All I know was I got forced to do bad things which the cult have asked me to do and I ended up being seduced and raped by a sinister tiefling. Then, I was loudly screaming in pain. "

" C'est le pire! (This is the worst!) " Annika exclaimed in disbelief and placed the sphygmomanometer and stethoscope. " How about Maria? "

" She was also screaming like she was about to die. She also couldn't take the pain of losing his beloved and then being harmed by another madman. "

" Who did that to her? "

" A mad doctor named Teridax Moreau. "

" Sacrè Bleue! Why? "

" I don't know...I just really don't f@(k!ng know...Sorry, if I swear in Neo-Yddrassi...I just can't contain myself and seeing my old friend like this..."

" I understand, " Annika nodded and asked. " Have you tried calling the police? "

" No, not yet. The Blue Knight and his friends brought us here. They said they would find those madmen, " Olivia answered. " I'm afraid if I call the police and report what happened to us, they would discover that we were from the Umbral Cult. Definitely, they will apprehend us. I don't really know where to go to."

" Let's see what I can do, but I will call the police for sure. If the Blue Knight and his camarades will go search for them, I am sure they will. "

" Merci, " she nodded.

Annika smiled sincerely, looked at Olivia and Maria, and said, " I'll be back later. I need to submit your vitals to the head nurse. "

" Sure. "

Maria was still unresponsive and yet breathing, but still staring at the nothingness. The Leanan Sidhe nurse sadly sighed and headed off to the nurses's station, holding the two clipboards. She looked at the head nurse who happened to be a dark skinned middle aged Elandric woman with a short straight hair.

" So, you took their vital signs, Annika? " she asked.

" Oui, madame Anderson. I just need to call the police. "

" What do you mean? " Head Nurse Anderson cocked her eyebrows and got intrigued.

" Two patients at room 2023 knew the rapists. "

" Oh Heavens have mercy! What's going on?! "

" Well, the patient mentioned of the rapist's name. I need to report this right away, " Annika answered.

" Okay, Just use my telephone line, " Anderson replied and pointed at the phone beside her. " Call the cops. "

" Merci beacoup, madame. "

The raven haired Leanan Sidhe nurse dialled the police department's number and waited, hearing the phone was ringing. The head nurse looked at her subordinate and intrigued of what's going to happen. Suddenly, a male voice echoed her ears.

" Bonjour, ici Inspecteur Tier Sauveterre. Puis-je savoir qui est ce? (Bonjour, this is Inspecteur Tier Sauveterre. May I know who is this?) " he asked.

" Bonjour, Inspecteur Sauveterre. C'est Annika Mercier. Je suis infirmière à l'hôpital général de Monoceros Keep et je signale deux patientes qui ont été exploitées sexuellement il y a deux jours et une nuit. (Bonjour, Inspecteur Sauveterre. This is Annika Mercier. I'm a nurse from Monoceros Keep General Hospital and reporting two female patients who were sexually exploited from two days and one night ago.) " she answered.

" Attendez, mademoiselle. Vous avez dit sexuellement exploité? (Hold on, mademoiselle. Did you say sexually exploited?) " Tier's voice raised and grew concern.

" Oui. "

The phooka police inspector took a deep inhale and exhale upon hearing the response from the nurse. Annika waited for his reply and looked at the head nurse. Anderson nodded at her, like she was allowing to provide information from the patients.

" Sont-ils toujours sous votre garde, mademoiselle Mercier? Puis-je connaître leurs noms? (Are they still under your custody, mademoiselle Mercier? May I know their names?) "

" Elles sont ici à la chambre d'hôpital 2023. Elles s'appellent Maria Griffith et Olivia Durand. Viendrez-vous pour un interrogatoire, Inspecteur? (They are here at the hospital room 2023. Their names are Maria Griffith and Olivia Durand. Will you be coming for an interrogation, Inspecteur?) " she asked.

" Il s'agit d'une affaire de violences faites aux femmes. Je pourrais référer et affecter mon subordonné le lieutenant Stella Alexandre. Je serai avec elle pour rencontrer les patients demain. (This is a case under violence against women. I might refer and assign my subordinate Lieutenant Stella Alexandre. I will be with her to meet the patients tomorrow.) "

" Quelle heure? (What time?) "

" A 15h00. Informez simplement votre infirmière en chef et votre médecin traitant. (At 15:00. Just inform your head nurse and attending physician.) "

" Oui, Inspecteur. Nous garderons cela à l'esprit. (Yes, Inspector. We'll keep that in mind.) " Annika nodded and wrote the interrogation schedule.

" À demain alors. (See you tomorrow, then.) "

The call ended as the head nurse looked at her subordinate. Annika nodded and showed what she had written to her.

" Got it. At least, they'll find out who are those wretched assholes, " Anderson commented.

" Understood, madame. "

[Montmartre Residence, Monoceros Keep: 9:30PM, 5th of Before Witching, Year 426]

" So, my brother's memories have restored? " Glenda asked and sat on the bed. She was in her maternity nighties and covering herself with a blanket.

" Of course, " Amnon echoed from the bathroom after he finished brushing his teeth. " Matisse asked him to draw in his sketchpad and only to find out that the murderer terrorized him and Crispin. "

" You mean, Moreau? "

" Definitely, he is, " he replied and wiped his mouth with a towel. Then, he left the bathroom as he was seen in his sleeping clothes: a pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt.

" Oh, Gods! " she muttered anxiously and sighed. " He should have been arrested back then. "

" Well, the rumors said he had escaped to Nulshaff, " Amnon sat beside his wife on the bed, covering himself with a large blanket. Glenda shared it with him. " It's very unusual that he returned and mentioned he was one of the masterminds in destroying our clinic aside from the one named Sheeva. The hostage taker happened to be their pawn. "

" It seems like a complicated mystery to solve and deceipher the criminal's mind. It's like we're doing a thorough diagnosis and formulating a prognosis to a certain terminal illness. "

" I agree on that, Babe. "

" Well, I guess we have to sleep it off and wait for Emie's best day ever, " she cheerfully mused and smiled at her husband, gently rubbing her large abdomen. " She's so excited to come out and see the world while I'm getting frequent cramps this week. "

" Bozhe! " Amnon exclaimed in shock. " It's four days to go! I forgot to set her own room! "

" Cheesecake, don't stress yourself! That's fine! " Glenda softly chuckled and gently patted her spouse's back. " We'll let her stay in our room until she reaches two years old. Then, I'll help you out to fix her room. Besides, we got her stuff all prepared and sorted. "

" So, we'll have her crib remain in our bedroom? " he asked and noticed her crib and other babystuff placed.

" Yep, " she nodded.

" Convenu. At least, we can still monitor her first two years of childhood. "

" I know, we're still excited to see her very soon, " she gently smooched his left cheek.

" We'll do our best to be her parents and raise her, mon chèrie, " he passionately kissed her back.

Glenda snuggled at her husband's beefy chest as he gently wrapped his strong arms around her. Suddenly, the pregnant pediatrician noticed an envelope on the side table and turned to the envelope.

" Cheesecake, what's that? " Glenda asked.

" Merde, Cyka Blyat! " Amnon sternly muttered and took the letter, opening and showing it to his wife. " I am having a bad feeling on this one. It's from my patient. "

" A party held at 7:00 PM, Centre de congrès Monoceros Keep on the Tax-Day, 7th of Before Witching. People of influence and profession are invited on the advanced celebration of President Valfor Neforie's winning candidacy, " she read, cocked her eyebrows in doubt, and remarked. " Cheese Louise! That's really ridiculous! The election will take place next year! The candidates are just preparing for their activities in the future. Why on Iliad would he do it?! "

" A self-proclamation is indeed unacceptable! How can our people will choose and vote for our deserving leaders if one wants to get rid of the others?! " Amnon furiously ranted and facepalmed. " Papa used to say to me when I was younger, 'You still have the right to elect the deserving leader. Don't go with the one who plots dictatorship.' "

" I absolutely agree with him, " she sighed, removed her glasses, and placed the letter on the sidetable. " That's freakingly absurd to do that. "

" I want to cut this political nonsense, but my focus for now is your due date in four days. I'm still contemplating to attend this event. Honestly, I'm planning to admit you into the hospital for your labor, " he also removed his glasses and placed it on his side table.

" Well, I can still manage this. But Emie kicks off and gets out, I'm ready to enter the ER, " Glenda assured and held her husband's hand.

" J'ai hâte que notre petite mademoiselle Montmartre se joigne à nous. (I can't wait for our little miss Montmartre to join with us.) " he smiled and passionately smooched his wife while touching her large protruding tummy.

" Nous serons sûrement ses fiers parentes très bientôt! (Surely, we will be her proud parents very soon!) " she smiled back and romantically gave a peck to her spouse.

Without their knowledge, the bedroom mirror created some water-like ripples. Suddenly, it formed an imagery of a raven haired elven woman who watched the physician spouses's amorous moment on bed. Amnon and Glenda paused their kiss and snuggle when they surprisingly gasped in seeing a tribe elder on the mirror.

" Oh, Mally! What the..." Glenda loudly exclaimed and interrupted.

" Bonté! Chto na Iliade?! " Amnon startled. " Gozposha Merrill, what are you doing here at this time of the evening?!"

" My apologies, Doctors Montmartre " the elven tribe elder softly chuckled and teased. " I did not mean to disturb your romantic slumber. I was pleased to see it and wait for the both of you to get your attention. "

The spouses blushed harder and became too embarrassed in seeing her. Merrill intently smiled at them and sighed.

" So, what brings you to contact us? " the pregnant pediatrician asked.

" I require your husband's assistance as the Blue Knight, " Merrill answered and warned. " A mad Umbral and his cohorts are on the streets spreading their crimes. "

" A mad Umbral? Could it be the one whom we were discussing about earlier? " Glenda looked at her husband.

" I suspect it might be him, " Amnon seriously spoke. " Ce parasite meurtrier! (That murdering parasite!) "

" I'm afraid you need to perform a special medical procedure as the Blue Knight, Doctor Montmartre, " the tribe elder turned to Amnon and reminded him.

" Understood, gozposha. Going to do some evening rounds, " he nodded and turned to his wife, smoothly cupping her face with his left hand. " I'm sorry, Glen. It seems like the Blue Knight has a different kind of an emergency case. "

" It's okay, Amnon. I'll wait for you. Just come home, " she embraced her spouse and kissed him. " I love you. "

" I love you too, " he kissed his wife and hugged her back.

[Rue du Traversier, Monoceros Keep: 10:25 PM, 5th of Before Witching, Year 426]

Inspector Tier Sauveterre, Liere Costa, Shemlock Homes, and the elven newspaper investigative journalist, Neil Ingrid Carter had arrived at the crime scene along with the police where they saw deceased bodies of a couple lying on the floor and in their apartment flat.

The house was barricaded by a yellow banner: ' SCÈNE DE CRIME, NE PAS TRAVERSER. ' The entire neighborhood was alarmed and awakened when a group of police cars were stationed on the street.

" Goodness, what kind of monster would do this?! " Neil asked in shock after seeing the deceased couple's bodies.

" The worst kind, Monsieur Carter, " Tier answered before sighing with sadness at the victims. He then moved his attention to one of the crime scene investigators. " What have you gathered? "

" Inspecteur, monsieur Homes and I have identified the two bodies around seventy years of age, " Liere answered and took IDs of the deceased. " Names: Docteurs Jean Philippe and Ophelia Baudin. They are retired resident doctors from Monoceros Keep General Hospital and former professors from University of Foranea's Faculty of Medicine."

" When can you place their time of death? " Tier asked.

" Cause of death is slicing on the carotid area of the neck. The object used by the murderer was a scalpel. It seems like Jean Philippe's watch had ended at exact 9:15 PM, His watch's batteries had died out during the time of murder, " the Aldernian detective answered and pointed at the broken window. " The murderer has broken an entry by throwing a brick at the window so he could enter. "

" Time of death is at 9:15 PM then. Did any of the victims' neighbors heard any commotion? " Tier curiously asked.

" We have two witnesses of the murder, " Liere pointed at the mother and daughter neighbor from the other flat. " Our fellows have been talking to them upon our arrival. They are terrified to see the suspect. "

" I'll see if I can get a description of the suspect from the witnesses. You may accompany me if you want, " he said to Liere and Neil before moving his attention at Shemlock. " See if you can find any clues or evidence where the suspect broken into. "

" Will do, " Shemlock nodded and gestured Liere and Neil to do their investigation.

The phooka police inspector saw a frail woman in her forties with a head covering accompanied by a teenage daughter. They were talking to a female dwarven rookie cop as she was trying to comfort them. They were conversing in Franken as the mother sobbed and wailed. The daughter kept explaining to the lady dwarven that they couldn't tell anything about who they saw. They were all afraid that they could be the next victims.

" Inspecteur, I will leave them to you, " the dwarven cop said and stepped back.

" Bonsoir, I'm Imspector Sauveterre. Can you tell me what happened? " he asked the mother and daughter.

" Monsieur, my mother is so afraid to tell who the murderer and his accomplices are. We will be killed if we tell you, " the teenage daughter spoke on her mother's behalf.

" Pardon moi, but it sounded like you knew the suspect? " Tier curiously asked his question.

" Maman, I know you are so stressed right now. You have just come from your chemo, but your illness can be aggreviated, " she looked at her mother with a concern and said. " Tell them the truth. "

" Simone, I don't know what to say, I'm so scared! I will be killed! You will be killed too! "

" Maman, sil vous plait..."

" Inspector Sauveterre and his department will protect you. Please, if they don't find the person who did this more will be killed, " Neil said to the daughter trying to convince her to give information on the subject's identity.

Simone Monet heard the elven man and looked at her mother. The middle aged cancer patient composed her thoughts and heavily sighed. She looked at the phooka police inspector and the journalist.

" One of them was an Elandric woman and there were other men with her. There were three Chergarian men, an Akrovian Leanan Sidhe, and an elderly Foranean man. The elderly man and the woman entered the room while the other four had scurried off. I don't know where they had gone. Simone and I saw them on the window. Then, we heard the elderly couple screaming for help, " she said.

" Do you have a description for each of them? " Tier asked.

" I knew the woman. Her name was Rosemary Valentine, an Elandric member of Sheeva's cult. The elderly man was her partner. He had a greying hair and a beard. He's lean bodied. He had red irises in his eyes. He's smoking with a cigarette. "

The phooka inspector started to write down the information provided to him by the witness. " Merci, madame. You should accompany us back to the department. We can arrange the two of you to be in protective custody until these people are brought to justice."

" But I am expecting someone anytime who will check very soon, I had two doctors who will attend to me, " she said.

" Monsieur, we are willing to comply. My mother is at stage IV Ovarian Cancer, " Simone explained and queried. " Do you think we can bring her medications under our custody. Is it possible for her doctors to advise her visits while her stay at the department? "

Tier nodded at the daughter. " Oui, tu peux."

" Merci beaucoup, " she nodded and wrote the two physicians' names and landline numbers on a piece of paper. Tier received it from Simone.

Dr. Wilma Madeline Sinclair-Durand, Oncologist

Dr. Amnon Joseph D. Montmartre, General Practitioner.

He took the paper, recognized the names on it, and replied, "I know these two doctors. Good friends of mine, I'll be sure to contact them. Merci. "

" De rien, monsieur. We are willing to be under custody and continue my mother's treatment, " Simone nodded. " I forgot to introduce ourselves. My name's Simone Monet and this is my mother, Adelle Monet. Enchantè, Inspecteur Sauveterre. "

Tier smiled at them. " C'est bon de vous rencontrer, Simone Monet et Adele Monet."

" Merci beaucoup, Inspecteur Sauveterre." Adelle weakingly answered and nodded.

" Inspecteur, we'll take the Monets into the car, " the elven policewoman reminded.

The lady dwarf and her elven fellow took the Monets away from the apartment building. Just then, Tier headed back to the flat and saw Shemlock and Liere checking on the blood writings on a piece of paper.

" Sacrè Bleu?! Really?! Another offering for the Umbral gods?! " the brunette lieutenant exclaimed.

" Porcher is no longer our concern, Liere. I have suspected if it's the Eseran saboteur or someone else from the Ordrè de Damokles or the main Umbral Cult, " Shemlock theorised.

" You mean Riki Vonku the Shark? "

" Suspected, but there are other Ordrè members who could be the possible murderer. "

Liere double-checked on Doctor Ophelia Baudin's journal and intently saw the date: Month 11, Day 01, Year 409. He focusedly read on the deceased one's writings and showed to Shemlock. The pages were mainly describing of the missing nursing and medical students that transpired on Moreau's after class activities.

Tier sighed at this information and walked over to them, " The Ordrè de Damokles and Umbral Cult must be stopped before more innocent people are brutally killed."

" Tier, we found something interesting from Ophelia's journal, " Shemlock replied.

" She wrote about the one named Docteur Teridax Moreau, " Liere added. " I believe you have heard of this man seventeen years ago, Inspecteur. "

" Oui, you would be correct. Years ago, he was a suspect in another case. I was just a detective back then. After I learned Moreau escaped Alderny, my superiors closed the case, " Tier recalled and sighed in frustration. " The case shouldn't have been closed."

" I heard of Moreau's murderous exploits in my country when I was studying in Odyssea Academy, " Shemlock recalled. " He had another accomplice who happened to be a rapist and kidnapper. I am deceiphering Moreau have accomplices to support his crime sprees. "

" I think Moreau could be the main suspect for the murder of these two retired doctors, " Liere concluded. " Docteur Baudin clearly mentioned she and her husband reported the missing people at University of Foranea. Inspecteur, it must be related to your previous case. Possible, Moreau took revenge against them. "

Tier nodded at Shemlock and Liere, " Oui, you might be right. I even recognize the writing on the wall. It's a proclamation to three gods. I'll have to talk to my superiors to see if they can reopen that case on Moreau."

" Dubois might assign this one to you, I believe, " the Aldernian detective answered.

Suddenly, Neil heard some loud gunshots from a distance which their policemen kept targeting. The red haired elven journalist anxiously looked at the three.

" Everyone, something's not right..." he called out. " There are exchanges of gunshots 15 metres away from this spot. "

" It could be the Ordrè or the Umbral Cult. We need to get to those gunshots quickly, " the police phooka inspector insisted.

" Everyone let's go, " Shemlock gestured the others.

The police's forensics team took over and covered the bodies. As the four left the apartment and followed another crime scene, a fellow police officer had panted and saw them. He was a male human in his late forties with a moustache.

" Inspecteur, we were supposed to shoot three Chergarian and an Akrovian hitmen and an Aldernian flying tiefling! " the policeman cried. " They instantly got away, but they struck one of our officers! "

" Merde! Call an ambulance for the wounded officers! " Tier angrily said.

" Oui, monsieur! " he nodded.

The police officer instantly headed to the telephone booth and called an ambulance. Shemlock approached the wounded ones and asked where were the other suspects. Liere also took evidences of the crime scene as Neil wrote down what had transpired.

" They mentioned of the suspects taking down an Ouranist church, " he answered. " But they focused on another murder case of a nurse in her late twenties and kidnapping of another Palgish nurse, the suspects diverted their attention by causing an onslaught. Their further investigation got halted."

Liere took photographs on another crime scene about a covered female body and the three wounded police officers.

" Can they even get tired of their heinous crimes? " he whiningly muttered.

" We almost had those suspects! Now another person is murdered and officers wounded. This is complete chaos!" Tier heatedly spat.

" The only thing we can do is to get into the Church of Isaiah, " Shemlock reminded. " I have a bad feeling that an Akrovian priest will be involved. "

" Oh, Heavens no! " Neil sighed anxiously and paused writing.

Tier sighed in frustration, " Tu as raison, let's head to the church."

[Church of Saint Isaiah, Monoceros Keep: 11:55 PM, 5th of Before Witching, Year 426]

The solemn place of worship for Lady Photis and her fellow benevolent gods had transformed into the same chaotic scene like a hospital emergency bay's atmosphere. The sacred objects within the objects became scattered and displaced from their original positions.

Tier and his fellows including the police officers saw some wounded Paladin Knights and the congregations of nuns and other priests were injured and wounded. Father Mar-Vell Agapov was critical and heavily bleeding on his right arm and left leg. He was praying in Luski which some people couldn't understand him.

" Moi Nebesnyye, ya yeshche ne gotov umeret'! Pozhaluysta spasi menya! (My Heavenly Ones, I am not ready to die yet! Please save me!) " the Akrovian elven priest loudly cried.

" Father Mar-Vell, we'll get help, " Valeera assured and stood beside him along with her uncle.

" Please, Valeera! We can't fight anymore! Eti Umbraly stali boleye groznymi, chem kogda-libo! (Those Umbrals became more formidable than ever! ) " Mar-Vell cried and panted found himself heavily bleeding.

" Il est trop tard, " Tier sadly sighed and saw the injured. "Let's see if there any witnesses or clues."

" Tier, over here! " the long haired elven ranger called him out. " It's me, Christopher Knightfall. Remember me back at Kastronov Circus tent? Me, my niece, and the Paladin Knights tried fighting the Umbrals, but we warned Father Agapov not to join the fight. He couldn't endure everyone getting hurt and decided to join us to defend the church. Now, he's wounded and found him lying on the floor. "

Valeera Graveheart looked at the phooka police inspector and the others which Shemlock, Liere, Neil, and other cops had spread out. She sat beside Father Agapov who was still bleeding, moaning in Luski, and panting.

" Bonsoir, Chrisopher. We just came from investigating another murder, " Tier said to his friend.

" Murder cases by both the Ordrè and the Cult, I take it? " Christopher asked and sighed exasperatedly. " The Darkness has spread out and become even worse than ever. "

" A retired physician couple killed in their bedroom. Another murder and officers injured. Ce soir est un nuit très sombre. Oui? (Tonight is a very dark night. Yes?) " Tier answered Christopher.

" Certainly, it is, Tier. "

" Now, this..." Valeera sadly spoke and sighed. " We tried defending along with the Paladin Knights, but Father Agapov didn't listen to us. We all ended up injured and failed to fight against those assailants. "

" Valeera, did you hear something? " Christopher asked his niece.

" Yes, it's a galloping horse, I think. It must be the Blue Knight! "

" Da, etot angel-voin idet! Slava Nebesam! (Yes, that warrior angel is coming! Thank Heavens!) " Mar-Vell weakingly smiled and exclaimed.

" Perhaps, the Blue Knight can assist with stopping these murderers, " Neil optimistically said and also heard the noise from a distance.

Just then, the armored man arrived in front of the church and left his horse. He knocked on the church's door when the Elandric Paladin Knight Talos Jones opened it.

" Thank Heavens, what took you so long?! A lot of hell is happening here. All of us need help here and some medical attention, " Talos anxiously spoke. " We are getting a very dire situation, here. "

" Mister Jones, an elder from the Dread Wolves Tribe and Doctor Montmartre warned of what will happen. Now, an Ouranist priest is critical, " the Blue Knight spoke.

" I believe so, yeah. Father Agapov fought with us, but he ended up injured and the cops had just arrived. "

The armored knight nodded and looked at the crowd of policemen, church ministers, and the Paladin Knights. Then, he eyed at Tier, Christopher, Valeera, Neil, Shemlock, and Liere who aided the people. He heavily sighed in his helmet and saw Father Agapov critically wounded.

" This is not what I wished to see..." he sternly spoke and approached them.

" Multiple murders and people wounded, these murderers must be brought to justice, Blue Knight, " Tier interjected.

" This means war against them. "

" Blue Knight, thank goodness, you're here..." Father Agapov panted and saw the armorned man. " I am not supposed to fight. But I have no choice, I really had to defend my people. "

" You're not supposed to be fighting, Father Agapov. You're extremely old for this."

" Da. I know, but this drastic situation forced me to do it. "

The Blue Knight knelt down and checked the bleeding parts of the elderly Akrovian elven priest. He noticed a stab wound affecting the forearm muscles, veins and arteries surrounding the radius and ulna of the right arm. Then, another deep stab wound around the humerus and laceration of the knee cap on the left leg. Also, he had the same stab wound on his left arm.

" I am sorry, my children. I disobeyed and made you very worried for me, " Mar-Vell sadly spoke and looked at the others surrounding him.

" Father Agapov! You have fought again only to be slain?! " the Blue Knight finished examining, carried the injured and bleeding Akrovian elven priest.

" Nyet. I should have taken them down instantly, but they're too powerful..." he weakingly spoke and intently looked at the armored man's verdant eyes, changing his topic." Those eyes...Are you really my young doctor friend?! YA znayu, chto ty tot angel iz moyego prorochestva! Siniy Rytsar', ili, luchshe skazat'... Doktor Montmartre! (I know you're that angel from my prophecy! Blue Knight or should I say...Doktor Montmartre!) "

The armored man remained silent which the elderly elven priest blurted out the stoic hero's true identity. The Blue Knight didn't want to retaliate nor object, since this man on his arms is a revered one in the church and a prophet.

" Don't tell me..."

" I have already known you in my visions from the beginning. It is now fulfilled. Ne volnuytes', molodoy doktor. Vash sekret s nami. (Worry not, young doktor. Your secret's with us.) "

Tier, Christopher, and Valeera shared glances and didn't expect the elderly Akrovian elven priest knew the armored man's true identity and blurted out in Luski.

" How on Iliad did he even know?! " Christopher asked Tier. " It was supposed to be our secret among the Dread Wolves and the police forces. It should not be disclosed. "

" I'm quite surprised myself that Father Agapov figured it out easily, " Tier added.

The armored warrior heavily sighed and removed the helmet, revealing to be a blonde moustached man with verdant eyes. Dr. Amnon Montmartre looked concerned at the injured and setting aside his mysterious, cold, strong, and stoic alter-ego. The other people who witnessed got surprised at his revelation.

" YA tebya vylechu, Père Agapov. (I'll get you treated, Père Agapov.) " he assured calmly.

" Spasibo, molodoy doktor. " Mar-Vell weakingly smiled and nodded.

" Valeera, get the first aid kit on my horse's saddle. Inspecteur, give me basin or large buckets of water. Christopher, gather some herbs or perhaps look for an extra first aid kit within the church, " Amnon ordered the others. " Shemlock, Neil, Lieutenant, keep interrogating the injured witnesses until you gather the suspects' information. I'll be treating them while you do this. We have an emergency case as well as an interrogation inside the church. "

" Yes, doctor, " the lady paladin knight nodded.

" I'll join with Tier in finding and getting one, " Christopher assured.

" Oui, we'll find one for you, " Tier said.

" Oui, docteur, " Liere affirmed.

" Noted, Amnon, " Neil made a thumbs-up to his future brother-in-law.

" We'll get this done, " Shemlock smiled at his friend.

[An hour later: Father Agapov's Office]

As Doctor Montmartre or the Blue Knight treated the injured including Father Agapov, the others were able to gather some clues from the witnesses. The Akrovian elven priest was healed when he sat down and drank a glass of water. The group of seven joined him inside the office and took their seats.

" My children, there is something I need to tell you, " he calmly spoke. " I was also a target of those Umbral groups before I became a priest here in Foranea and a leader of the Paladin Knights. It all started back when I was in Akrovia. I was being haunted and stalked by the Umbral Cults after I left the Air Force. "

" You were a target of the Umbral Cult? " Tier asked.

" Da, " Mar-Vell sadly nodded and recalled, looking at Amnon. " Did you still remember when I told you became a drunkard and a gambler, Doktor Montmartre? "

" Da, Père Agapov, " the unhelmeted armored physician nodded. " I presume you met someone in your rough times before your supposed suicide? "

" It is true, " he confirmed and gloomily confessed. " I used to win in a game of blackjack several decades ago. I dealt with an Aldernian Umbral tiefling named Jack Skinner. I received 50,000 Drachmas in a casino. The mad tiefling stole my money and uttered a curse against me. I ended up in a severe mental distress and met the Umbral gods who controlled me and brought to my drunkeness and apathy. Then, they forced me to sell my soul to the Umbral realms and asked me to jump over the bridge and drown myself to the river. "

" Why didn't you tell anyone about this? Your friends and family could've assist you, " Neil asked with a concern.

" Nyet. My family died a very long time ago, Gospodin Carter, "
Mar-Vell replied." It happened when the Yddrassin Empire lost their control before the Divine War started. They were all killed by invaders. "

The scarlet haired elven journalist sadly sighed and nodded at Father Agapov, " I'm sorry, I didn't know."

" Who were the gods that controlled you? " Valeera asked.

" Koalemos, the god of Apathy and Dianoitikós, the god of misery. They asked me to sell my soul to them, but it never happened. Mother Sofia saved my life and brought me here in Foranea. Now, the Umbral believers are after my life. "

" The Light had surely prevented you to commit suicide, " Christopher commented.

" Da. "

" Who is your attacker? " Shemlock queried at the priest.

" The man named Teridax Moreau and the same tiefling, Jack Skinner. Skinner wanted me dead and asked Moreau to end my life. The mad doctor stabbed and sliced me. "

" Moreau, I was investigating him for the murders he committed back when I was a detective until he escaped to Alderny, " Tier said to Father Agapov.

" I see, Inspektor, " Mar-Vell heavily sighed and nodded. " He must be a madman under the Ordrè de Damokles and the Umbral Spheres Cult. I have my Paladin Knights observing and watching his actions ever since. It seems like we require your assistance and join your cause against them. "

" Crispin, Basil, Maria, and Olivia, they do have the same suspect linked, " Valeera commented and recalled. " Moreau is clearly the main perpetrator. "

" So, there are more victims under him? " Liere asked.

" Oui, " Amnon affirmed.

" Moreau must be apprehended. As long he's out there, no one is safe, " Tier warned.

" I still have to remind you that there will be a party happening in Monoceros Keep on the Tax-Day, " Amnon aka the Blue Knight seriously spoke. " People of influences and professionals are invited. I believe some members of Ordrè de Damokles will be involved. Moreau might use his men as a bait before we take him down. I am having a bad feeling about my wife and I being invited on this upcoming event. "

" I understand your anxiousness, molodoy doktor, " Mar-Vell replied and instructed. " But you as the Blue Knight and your allies must defeat Moreau's men before they spread their schemes. Those Umbrals should not be causing any further harm. Once, you have taken down Moreau's men, they will tell you the murderer's whereabouts. That's the only way you can apprehend him. "

(Olivia Durand, Maria Griffith, Merrill Anaedaere, Adele and Simone Monet, Catherine and Christopher Knightfall, and Valeera Graveheart by Knightfall077)

(Tier Sauveterre, Neil Carter, Ethan and Mack Hunter by BjornGamR27)

(Tsirhc Itna and Liere Costa by BrandonToy)