[Moreau Residence, Place Loggen, Monoceros Keep, 10:39 PM, 6th of Before Witching, Year 426]

Ilona spent almost 24 hours from the time she got abducted by a flying Aldernian tiefling. She was tied up and locked inside the room. She barely ate or drank, but not that satisfying. She remained silent as her mouth had been covered up by a cloth. She heard laughter and conversation in Chergarian from the outside, finding it hard to understand since she could only communicate in Neo-Ydrassi, Palgish, and Franken.

Just then, she heard a deep male voice with a different accent from anyone else. He halted his companions and asked them to unlock and open the door. The door was opened, revealing an elderly man with greying hair. He had a cigarette on his mouth and puffing. His clothes were splattered in crimson. He walked over to her and removed her mouth covering.

" So, you must be mademoiselle Ilona Jørgensen, " the Foranean man politely spoke and smiled. " Bonsoir, to you, then. "

" Get away from me! " Ilona furiously said to the Foranean man.

" Get away?! Why would I get away from you, mademoiselle? " he puffed and gave her a loud hardy laugh. " I presume you have heard so many rumours from your fellow medical staff about me. I am the ripper from the Umbral cult. I used to abduct and slaughter students, patients, and even random people in Foranea and Alderny for the past decade. You will be my next offering to the gods once I have finished my project to the Pale Mother herself! " The mad doctor evilly grinned and released his scalpel, pointing at her. " It would be very satisfying wonderful to see the hospital in shambles! "

" Monstre dégoûtant! (Disgusting monster!) " Ilona emotionally shouted before spitting at the Foranean man's face.

Doctor Teridax Moreau's face and cigarette got splattered by the Palgish nurse's saliva. He threw his nicotine stick down and sternly frowned. Then, he removed his glasses, gently wiped his face with his handkerchief, and returned his glasses back to his face.

" You are just like your pitiful uncle and aunt, mademoiselle. Your family was once allied with the Chergarian politicians from your country. They supported the attack against Robania around eleven years ago, " Moreau continued. " However some of few you had cut ties from my superiors. Your uncle is a damned traitor! My boss, Senator Neforie has them now! You can never save your family or anyone else! Foranea will be part of the Sovereign Empire once Neforie becomes a president! The Chergarians will take over this nation! "

" My family is large with influence! You're literally declaring war on a powerful family! " she angrily said.

" Ah, why don't you raise this to monsieur Neforie himself?! Besides, you're not just the only ones who are targeted, " he replied and showed a newspaper article of Amnon's clinic. " Madame Sheeva and I plotted this hostage crisis of that Odyssea Academy alumnus's establishment. We are looking for the late Senateur Montmartre's brat himself. I understand you are working with him in the hospital currently. That young mage is considered as a threat to the Ordrè and the main cult! "

" I'm not saying anything. My family will destroy all of you monsters! " Ilona emotionally said.

" You will not say anything, mademoiselle?! " the mad doctor loudly laughed and retorted. " Really, do you want to end up in the hard way?! " Moreau showed a syringe containing a dark poisonous looking fluid and threatened her. " How will you and your family survive like this? You will just see this nation in shambles under the Chergarian rule. The Umbral cultists like me will gloriously celebrate in victory! Tell me, mademoiselle? Will you be seeing this or not? "

" I won't betray my family or Dr. Montmatre, " Ilona sternly said.

" Is that so? Well, worry not, my dear, " he sighed and relented. " I will not kill you that instantly. Instead, I will give you a procedure that can give you a slow and painful death. You may experience psychological sign and symptoms of excessive lying, hysteria, and nightmares. On the physical aspect, you will gain new power, but you will die in slow and painful death. Your soul will be owned by them. This liquid was blessed by the Umbral gods themselves! "

Moreau evilly grinned and jabbed the nurse's arms. She loudly yelled in excruciating pain and couldn't get away from the madman who was maniacally laughing. Ilona couldn't take the pain anymore and slowly fell down to the floor unconscious. Then, she felt a burning sensation rushing in your veins and arteries during her unconsciousness. Somehow, her soul was being captured by the Umbral gods while Moreau was praying.

" Lord Damocles! Ladies Hexis and Apelpisía! Behold your servant had offered the living for you! Her soul belongs to you all! She will be in her last days and serve you all until she expires! Her body will be my offering to the Pale Mother who is your other servant! She will not die that instantly, she will just be under your curse! "

[Outpatient Area, Monoceros Keep General Hospital: 10:25 AM, 7th of Before Witching, Year 426]

Torsten was done observing and writing the blood samples from Tsirhc Itna. He grabbed the laboratory test folder, headed to the hallway, and got yourself into the outpatient area. He could see Amnon was finished talking to an eighty-three year old woman with her son accompanying him. Then, they left the general practitioner's office. the blonde moustached physician noticed him and got curious.

" Bonjour, Torsten, I didn't expect to see you, " the Akrovian-Foranean doctor greeted and gestured to enter the office. " Come in. "

Torsten entered Dr. Montmartre's office before closing the door behind and said," You wish to talk to me, læge? "

" Do you still have monsieur Itna's blood samples? " he asked.

" Ja, here, " Torsten said as he handed Dr. Montmartre the folder.

" Merci beaucoup, " Amnon nodded and examined the blood test results. He found enormous amounts of an unknown antibody. The red blood cell, white blood cell, and platelet counts were in the abnormally lowest levels. Blood cholesterol and sugar were null. He looked at the Palgish lab technician and said, " This reminds me of Kastronov. But this time, it's a dire case. The Umbral branding has taken over the entire bloodstream. It's really concerning that the tumour growth is found on his shoulder. It is Umbral in origin. "

" What should we do? " Torsten asked with concern.

" The patient is cooperative at first, but it seems like we need to cure him. "

" Ja, I agree. "

" Let's how we can go from there, I do have a 20ml anti-Umbral set in a syringe. I hope he cooperates. "

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door when Amnon heard and said, " Speaking of the daemon, it must be him. "

As the general practitioner opened the door, Torsten saw a brunette Aldernian man in a business suit and found him very suspicious. He was around thirties in appearance and giving them a warm smile.

" Good day, doctor! My, what a pleasant surprise, you have an assistant here! " the male patient happily said.

" Bonjour, monsieur Itna. It's good to see you as well, " Amnon cordially greeted him and turned to Torsten. " Torsten, this is my patient Tsirhc Itna. Monsieur Itna, this is Torsten Jørgensen, the medical technician. He used to work for me in the lost clinic I had. "

" Pleasure to meet you, Torsten, " Itna offered a handshake to the Palgish lab technician.

Torsten shook Itna's hand and smiled, " It's good to meet you too. Me and Dr. Montmartre were just discussing your blood tests."

" How is it, gentlemen? Is it perfectly normal? " the Aldernian man curiously asked.

Hearing the question, the two medical personnel became suspicious at the dark chocolate haired patient. Itna anticipated for their response and grinned, inhibiting his nervousness. Amnon looked at Torsten and sternly frowned, then turning to Itna.

" No, I'm afraid not, monsieur, " Torsten said then move dhis attention to Dr. Montmartre signaling him go explain it to the patient.

" Monsieur Itna, you lied to us about your medical records, " Amnon sternly answered. " You told me two days ago, you had no history of any serious illnesses and any Umbral related curse. Yet, your blood tests and X-ray results shows that you are under an Umbral branding. That explains of your tumour growth which it's not cancerous, but something to do with your bloodstream. "

" Bob's your uncle, doctor! What are you talking about?! " he nervously laughed and asked. " Is this a joke, right?! "

" You're a liar, monsieur Itna. A really freakingly big one. You're a conman and part of the Umbral Cult! " Amnon heatedly raised his voice and indignantly pointed his left index finger at his atrocious patient, intimidating him.

" H-How on b-bloody hell did you know, D-Doctor Montmartre?! " Itna shakingly spoke and nervously gulped.

" I have my sources, monsieur. Besides, I have already reported you at the hospital security and my supervisors since two days ago. They can come here in no time to get you. Here's what I can do to you, I'll get you treated and let you surrender yourself. Don't tell me, you and Neforie have planned a party later in the evening. "

" Unbelievable! He's working with the Umbral Cult?! " the raven haired Palgish technician asked Dr. Montmartre in disbelief.

" Torsten, look at the newspaper, on the third page, " Amnon seriously spoke and handed him the newspaper which Tier gave yesterday.

" Gentlemen, you don't understand. Perhaps, we should talk about this. I can explain. I don't need any bloody treatment about this tumour, " Itna nervously grinned and spoke. " Trust me, I'm fine! "

Torsten looked at the newspaper, flipped the pages, and thoroughly read it. Then, he showed Itna's picture from the advertistment page of the Ordrè de Damokles. It turned out to be a propagandistic recruitment and a fill-out form. There was a slogan written: 'Croyez au pouvoir de la révolution et du changement à Foranea!' (Believe in the Power of Revolution and Change in Foranea!)

Torsten glared and heavily sighed at Itna, " We heard enough. Læge Montmartre will treat you for your illness, then you'll be taken to jail."

" You invented the slogan, didn't you, Monsieur Itna?! What is this for? Recruiting and swindling?! " Amnon indignantly asked his Aldernian patient and held his syringe containing Photis's Blessing.

The Aldernian conman wryly chuckled and became sweating. He instantly stood up and ran away from the office. The two medical personnel became furious at him.

" Merde! Cyka Blyat! " Amnon angrily cussed in Franken and Luski and pounded his desk using his normal left hand. " Let's get him! "

" Ja, let's call security now! " Torsten said as he chased after Itna.

The blonde Akrovian-Foranean general practitioner immediately rushed along with the raven haired Palgish medical technician when the other patients noticed the two and chattered. The hospital's security team also joined the two. Doctor Hugo McCoy knew what was happening and immediately followed them. Itna kept running away and bumping the other people on his way, escaping them.

Reaching the entrance and exit doorway, the group failed to catch the Umbral cultist and conman and panted. Itna was no longer on site. Amnon was controlling his both hands as Torsten saw some bluish-white sparks emitting.

" Akh, chert voz'mi! Pochemu na Iliade?! My pochti poymali yego! (Ah, dammit! Why on Iliad?! We almost got him!) " the stern doctor grumblingly spoke in Luski as his little bioelectric spells still sparked uncessantly from his hands.

" Montmartre, are you alright? " the orc man hospital director asked him with a concern. " I'm sorry that this has happened, but I appreciate of warning him to us two days ago. We should have caught that 'patient'. "

" Vraiment mauvais. (Really bad.) " he heavily sighed and ceased his bioelectric spells. " This is my second time catching a crook inside the hospital and failed! "

Torsten sighed in disappointment, " I wish we could've stop this conman sooner, læge. "

" Well, my wife and I are invited in that 'party' tonight, " Amnon seriously replied and crossed his arms.

" So do I..." McCoy sighed and looked at them. " I am having a bad feeling about this. We'll call the police to report this once we get to the event. "

" Torsten, have you received an invitation? " the general practitioner asked his fellow hospital staff.

" Nej, I wasn't invited. I'll be attending Claire's funeral instead, " Torsten answered.

" Our sincerest condolences to our beloved staff member, " McCoy sadly spoke. " I will be there by King-Day evening. "

" Same here, messieurs, " Amnon nodded.

" Thanks. I just wish Ilona was here as well. "

" Well, we hope Inspecteur Sauveterre and his colleagues will find her. Perhaps, the Blue Knight will do the same, " the orc man hospital director assured and mused. " Hopefully, they will bring her safe. "

Torsten sadly sighed, " Ja, I hope so. Uncle Espen hasn't been sleeping lately. He just want his daughter back. "

" How about your cousins Helga and Viktor? " Amnon asked. " Have they known the news? "

" They're worried about Ilona as well."

" I'll tell the Blue Knight if he comes to see me. I'm sure he will start finding her. "

Torsten weakly smiled, " Thanks, Amnon. "

" De rien, Torsten, " the Akrovian-Foranean general practitioner smiled sincerely at him.

[Arthas's Metal Works and Repairs, Dread Wolves Tribe Village: 3:25 PM, 7th of Before Witching, Year 426]

Ivo spent remodelling and repairing a radio which the client and his elven blacksmith and shopowner asked him to do, since he was skilled enough to analyze and repair each parts. He made a thorough checking and testing the wires, making sure they were compatible and working.

Suddenly, he picked up the red wire matching to the other red one which the radio started functioning. He and other elven blacksmiths got surprised to hearing as there was a jazz waltz music in E-minor playing on a broadcast. It was followed by a woman in alto range singing after the piano and orchestra.

" Wunderbar! The radio is successfully fixed! " Ivo happily said as the jazz music played.

" Ah, you're also a good repairman aside from being a blacksmith! How did you do that, lad? " the ruddy elven boss asked and happily remarked. " I never regretted hiring you, eh! "

Ivo smiled at his elven boss and explained, " Danke, you just have to figure out the root of the problem, then fix it from there. Like there are unconnected wires and cables were bitten by rats or mice, they need to be fixed and rewired. The smaller parts need to get cleaned, replaced, and tested. I have noticed there are rusting pieces as well. Oxidized metals won't work. Possibly, the radio was placed in a cool storage room or perhaps it has exposed by water or cold air. It has been never been used after it became broken and dusty. "

" Ah, I see. This broken radio has been sitting there for two weeks, you know?! Me son, Jesse, me lass worker, Rigaton, and me self can't even find out how to fix it. I guess me human client will thank you for that skill! You can go places as both blacksmith and mechanic. Why not start studying as an engineer while working with us? " Arthas suggested.

" I'll be honored to study under you, Herr Arthas, " Ivo happily answered and nodded to his boss.

" You could be me potential business partner once you become an engineer, Ivo! " Arthas grinned and gave the Chergarian geomancer and mechanic a pat in the back.

" Ivo, I'm planning to study in University of Foranea next year. I didn't make it in Odyssea Academy because I never wanted to leave me dad all by himself, " Jesse mused. " Perhaps, we can study engineering together and soon enough we can help dad's business grow into a company or a factory. "

A tall blonde elven woman paused her work and joyfully said, " Finally, we have rooms for two aspiring engineers! Welcome aboard, laddies! "

" You're welcome lass Rigaton! " Jesse nodded and made a thumbs-up at her.

" Danke! " Ivo happily said.

Suddenly, the jazz music was finished when a newsflash report music came through and followed by a male voice. The four of them began to listen the conversation.

" Les meurtres ont atteint l'extérieur du donjon de Monoceros et sont arrivés dans les villages. Il y a 45 à 50 décès signalés cette semaine. La police de Foranean enquête toujours sur l'affaire. (Murders have reached outside Monoceros Keep and come to the villages. There are 45 to 50 reported deaths this week. The Foranean police are still investigating about the case.) "

" Le criminel le plus recherché d'Esera, Riki Vonku, est toujours en fuite. Les autorités du Commonwealth lusivakien recherchent toujours où se trouve ce criminel. (Esera's most wanted criminal Riki Vonku is still at large. The Lusivakian Commonwealth's authorities are still searching for this criminal's wherebouts.) "

Ivo depressingly sighed at the horrific news, " This isn't good."

" I know, " Arthas nodded and sadly sighed.

" Malgré les guerres et les invasions, l'Empire chergarien prévoit d'inclure Foranea dans la ligue souveraine une fois que le sénateur Valfor Neforie aura très bientôt obtenu sa présidence. (Despite the wars and invasions, the Chergarian Empire plans to include Foranea as part of the Sovereign league once Senator Valfor Neforie gains his presidency very soon.) "

" Dans la ville de Monoceros Keep, la police est en mesure de rechercher des meurtres de rue et des enlèvements récents. Il y a trois Chergarians, un Akrovian Leanan Sidhe et un Aldernian tiefling impliqués dans les frénésie criminelles quotidiennes. La police a besoin de plus de temps pour identifier les trois suspects. (Within the city of Monoceros Keep, the police is able to search recent street murders and kidnappings. There are three Chergarians, an Akrovian Leanan Sidhe, and Aldernian tiefling involved in the daily crime sprees. The police are needing more time to identify the three suspects.) "

" Une fête au sein de Monoceros Keep aura lieu ce soir à 19h. Toutes les nouvelles locales et mondiales seront racontées en détail dans le rapport quotidien de Foranea ce soir. Restez à l'écoute plus tard à 18h00. (A party within Monoceros Keep will happen tonight at 7pm. All the local and global news will be told in details at tonight's Foranea's Daily Report. Stay tuned later at 6:00 PM.)"

" A party at 7:00 PM, what for? " Rigaton crossed her arms and asked the three men.

" I really don't know lass..." Arthas seriously spoke." All I care is to gain me money and fix stuff. "

" I'm really bothered about the murders and kidnappings. Yet, I wonder if Elder Merrill has to say, " Jesse added.

" You ain't the only one worried, " Ivo seriously said to Jesse.

" Why? " the shop owner's son asked with a concern. " Do you know those men? "

" Verdammt, I remember some Chergarians back in the army. Worst kind of people, " Ivo mentioned.

" What?! You were...." Rigaton paused in shock

Ivo nodded and sadly bowed his head. Upon hearing the ginger-haired Chergarian man, Rigaton and Jesse heavily sighed. They didn't know if they would consider him as a co-worker, since they had heard the Chergarian aggression more than a decade ago. Arthas looked at the three with concern and didn't want any struggles and problems among themselves. He composed his thoughts and audibly cleared his throat.

" Now, Lass and laddie. Ivo is regaining his life back according to Doc. He started as a man with a problematic past, " Arthas reminded his son and the female subordinate. " We are helping him. Sooner or later, he will be an asset to the business and can promote us all over Iliad. Right now, we need to find out those men if possible. Ivo can help us catch the crooks very soon and our tribe must act as soon as possible. Understand? "

" Yes, Dad, " Jessie nodded in agreement.

" Ivo, can you tell us their names, so we will warn everyone in the tribe? "

" Chirox Friedrich, Antroz Weber, Roodaka Adder, and Nidhiki Hethiss are the Chergarians I remember from the army, " Ivo sadly answered. "The three got arrested last night and Roodaka just escaped. "

" I see, " the ruddy elven shop owner nodded and said. " I need to let you speak to Elder Merrill Anaedaere on your break today. Then, get back here at work once, you're done. We still have some weaponry and equipment repairs to do. Understood? "

" Ivo, sorry for that suspicion, but I know you can be a good help of our business and the Dread Wolves Tribe, " Rigaton sadly spoke.

" Yeah, we know you're never one of those bad guys. We'll help you to find them, " Jesse assured and sincerely smiled." We are people of hunters and warriors. You don't need to worry about them. "

" Understood and Danke. I really appreciate it, " Ivo said and sincerely smiled at them.

" We're always behind you, lad! " Arthas added.

Ivo smiled at his boss and co-workers and made a thumbs-up. Then, he headed and searched for Elder Merrill's tent. He found her creating a formula for the new vitality serum, sniffed and instantly sneezed, covering his mouth and nose. Then, a raven haired elder in red smiled and noticed him. She paused making her concoction at the large black earthen pot and confronted her visitor.

" Ivo Matthias Augustin-Fischer, son of Samuel Fischer and Marina Augustin-Fischer. Descendant of Gabriel Montmartre, Catherine Knightfall, and Arielle Isabella Montmartre-Augustin. You have come to see me for an important talk, " she calmly spoke and gestured him. " Come here, Arielle's descendant. "

" You know me? How do you know me?! " Ivo asked with surprise.

" I can sense you have inherited Arielle's rocky spirit and cheerfulness. You remind me of her, young man, " Merrill smiled. " My name's Merrill Anaedaere, I am the Tribe elder and mother of Arielle's step brother Kintor. I am glad you have stepped up for both Kintor and Arielle in terms of elemental magic. "

" Danke, Frau Anaedaere. I actually met Kintor and maman Arielle in person, " he happily answered.

" In a dream, I suppose? Then, you find out that Doctor Montmartre is truly related to you along with my stepson Christopher. "

Ivo nodded, " Ja, correct. "

" I see. You are gaining a full circle, Ivo. How can I help you? "

Ivo sadly sighed, " I wished to warn you about four dangerous Chergarians people I used to know back in the army. The three of them are in prison right now. Then, Roodaka just escaped. "

" I understand. Some people in your past are inclining to hunt you and everyone in this nation. The Umbrals influenced and inspired them to take over Foranea and succumb into the darkness of war and despair, " she seriously spoke. " Ivo, you, the doctor, and Christopher along with the others will defend this country when this happens. The Dread Wolves Tribe and other forces must unite to save this country at all costs. "

" I ain't no warrior, I just came here with information on some really bad people. "

" You got recently involved with the Blue Knight's exploits and hunted the hostage taker. Do you think your geomancy and metal manipulation could give you a try to defend your people just like my late son had used to? "

" Ja, it can. I'm still learning all the uses of my geomancy and metal manipulation has though, " Ivo said to Lady Anaedaere.

" You were once a soldier from the Chergarian Army and a spy from the Umbral Cult. It's the best decision and action for your self-redemption if you learn from those experiences. Just like Doctor Montmartre, you are reinventing to your normal life. Why not take the advantage of defending this nation? We the Dread Wolves Tribe are willing to support your cause since you have discovered yourself as an Earthen mage like your ancestor, " she calmly spoke. " You still have the chance to spare the other people, just like your younger sibling have done to you. It is upto you if you continue Kintor and Arielle's footsteps. " Merrill sighed and looked at the eluvian, " And yet, there will be so much trouble that will happen tonight. I'm afraid these people will be under a trap from the cultists. "

Ivo nodded in agreement with Lady Anaedaere, " You're right, but I can't do this alone."

" Remember, your first exploit in Place Loggen? " she mused. " You have come along with a group to fight some hostage takers. You have proven yourself in helping the Blue Knight and his team's defense. They will be there for you to support. Also, he will need your help as I am having a feeling that a cultist will trap him tonight. "

" What you mean a cultist will trap the Blue Knight? Who is this cultist you speak of? " he asked with concern.

" Have you heard of an unlicensed and notorius doctor named Teridax Moreau? "

Ivo sighed after Lady Anaedaere mentioned the name. " Unfortunately, I do."

" He's responsible for these murders happening in the past and these days. Your former friends from the Army was recruited by the Ordrè with or without their volition. You must also convince them to surrender and bring them to justice, " Merrill explained. " It's your only chance to spare them before the madman takes them and the others. The Blue Knight also needs to be spared. " She looked at the eluvian and turned to Ivo, asking him, " Would you like to speak to your younger sibling about his Blue Knight? "

" Ja. "

" Now, focus carefully, Ivo. "

Ivo kept staring at the mirror and noticed a water like distortion on the surface. He felt a sudden headache, but he heard a muffled and intermittent sound coming from the other side of the mirror. Then, sound became clear when he recognised a familiar male voice who was speaking in Luski to his surprise. It was a reflection of Dr. Amnon Montmartre who wiped his hands and face with a face towel and wore his glasses.

" Radi Fotisa, Ivo, chto ty delayesh' u zerkala v bol'nichnom tualete?! (For Photis's sakes, Ivo, what are you doing at the hospital's restroom mirror?!) " Amnon exclaimed in shock using his mother's language and looked at Merrill. " B-Bonjour, Gozposha Merrill, you're not supposed to see the men's restroom within the hospital! This is embarassingly unacceptable! "

" My apologies, Doctor Montmartre, it seems like your older brother and I have an important word with you. We don't mean to intrude you for the second time! " the elven tribe elder cheerfully mused and laughed.

" Oui, s'il vous plaît allez-y vous deux. Je serai rentré tôt avant d'assister à la fête. (Yes, please go ahead you two. I'll be home early before attending the party.) " he relented in Franken and sighed.

" You need to be very carful, Amnon. They're four hitmen, including a murderer named Teridax Moreau after you, " Ivo warned.

" Cyka Blyat! " Amnon angrily muttered in Luski and explained. " It's him, the murderer from University of Foranea. Then, he still strikes again. He had killed my professors two night ago. He injured Crispin and Basil. He raped two patients named Olivia Durand and Maria Griffith. He attempted to murder Père Agapov and his lot. He murdered a nurse and kidnapped another one. Ivo, Gozposha Merrill, I had a bad feeling the Ordrè orchestrated these crimes as Moreau himself was one of them. The party tonight is just a set-up to cover the crimes they will make and divert the public attention to Neforie himself. Tsirhc Itna is another accomplice of his who invited me in this damned party. "

" This is what I have foreseen, doctor, " Merrill sighed. " Moreau has other minions aside from the four hitmen. "

" We need to put a stop to these Ordrè hitmen. Nobody is safe at this party, " Ivo said to Amnon and Lady Anaedaere.

" I think I have another idea, " Merrill said and thought. " I need someone to spy and scout at the party. Someone has to keep an eye on the people. "

" More like a better idea. I just heard Docteur McCoy calling the police, " Amnon answered and theorised. " What you have said gospozha is an undercover operation. The police will be doing it, perhaps one of our tribe will observe before one of us will infiltrate. "

" It seems the Blue Knight will be coming. "

" Possible, if danger comes into the event, he will just arrive. "

" Unfortunately, I'm not invited to the event. I won't be able to stop the Ordrè members, " Ivo said.

" I think you can disguise as one of the invitees. You can fluently speak in Franken. Right, mon frère? " Amnon smirked.

Ivo nodded at Amnon, " Ja, I do."

"Très Bien!" he grinned and nodded.

Merrill casted a spell, forged an invitation letter, and gave it to him. Then, he picked it up and carefully read the name; Ezekiel La Farceuse, Ph.D., Professeur de géologie, Université de Foranea.

" Perhaps, you can disguise as a distinguished professor, Ivo. Since you had been a spy for years. "

" Wunderbar! Good idea. All that's left is to get a proper attire for the event. "

" We bought you some clothes, back then, " Amnon recalled. " I'll give you a series of codes just in case. "

" Roche métamorphique - Something's changing like a metamorphic rock. "

" Volcan - Explosion like a volcano "

" Tremblement de terre sismique - Your usual earthquake spell. "

" Rochers grondants - goons come like rumbling rocks. "

" La dérive des continents - We are being separated like a continental drift. "

" Terre sous inertie - Everyone is at inertia or catatonic, like in the earth is inertia. "

" Aucune activité au sol. - Peaceful as in no ground activity. "

" Le grand - The Big One could be Neforie, Itna, or anyone from the higher-ups. "

" Fragments de roche sombre - Dark Rock Fragments like Umbral cult goons "

" I know you have been interested and passionate in studying geology since we were younger. You have to write these down and keep them in mind, mon frère. " Amnon reminded. " Make sure you need to sound like a pompous and intelligent old man. "

" I'll be sure write these down and memorize them to the fullest, danke, " Ivo said to Amnon.

" De rien. I'll tell this to Glenda that you'll be coming as Docteur La Farceuse. Will let anyone know that you're papa's old friend and schoolmate from Odyssea Academy and University of Foranea. "

" I'll shall go prepare then, " Ivo said to his brother.

" Just talk to your boss and get prepared, Ivo. Focus on going home before you get to the Eluvian, " Amnon reminded." Just be careful in getting tripped. The magic mirror teleportation can cause sudden vertigo. You'll get used to it once you come through. I'll see you later at home. "

Ivo frowned at his brother about the possible side effect of mirror teleportation and deadpanned, " Verdammt, I ain't looking forward to the vertigo. But It's part of being a hero, I guess.

" You have an unlimited supply of aspirin once you come home, mon frère! " the Akrovian-Foranean doctor chuckled. " Besides, Kintor used to teleport in short distances. This one is a long distance that you'll take! "

" Ivo, you do need this, " the elven tribe elder handed him a bottle of potion. " This is an aging potion. It's safe for humans, elven, and other races. It will wear out within 12 hours. "

" I'll have to drink this aging potion before the event, richtig (correct)? " Ivo asked.

" Ja, richtig. " Merrill smiled and nodded. " Would you want to try? "

" Ja, I'll try it. I hope this potion taste awful, " Ivo said.

" Just reminding you, once you drink it. Your appearance will appear thirty to forty years older, but your abilities and strength will remain as it is. It may be salty upon ingestion. "

Ivo sighed in relief, " Wunderbar! Salty doesn't sound too bad."

He then opened the potion and took a sip of it, drinking and emptying it. He waited for ten minutes as Amnon and Merrill anticipated for him to age. Suddenly, he saw his hands wrinkled a bit. He palpated his chin and mouth area as he felt a sudden growth of facial hair. He looked at the mirror and saw the sides of his hair were greying and retaining the ginger color. His face became wrinkled. He looked 78 years in appearance, despite his actual age is forty years younger.

" Doctor Ezekiel La Farceuse, how is it? " Merrill asked and called your alias.

" C'est incroyable! (It's incredible!) " Ivo happily said in Franken.

" Well, you sound like one of papa's friends! " Amnon teased and laughed.

" I suppose I do! " Ivo chuckled at what Amnon remarked. " Be safe, Amnon. I'll talk to my boss and prepare to meet you at the event. "

" Peut-être que je t'appellerai tonton Èze pour le moment! (Perhaps, I'll call you uncle Èze for the time being!) " he joked.

Ivo laughed, "I wonder how we'll explain that to our family! "

" Well, the aging potion can tell...À plus tard! (See you later!) "

Ivo smiled at his brother and said, " Soyez prudent! (Be safe!) "

The reflection of Amnon had disappeared when Arthas got surprised to see the old man in Merrill's tent. He thought that village elder had been seeing someone.

" What on Iliad?! Why is there an old human doing here?! Where the heck is Ivo?! " the ruddy elven man gasped.

" Arthas, please don't think of that way! I am not looking for another mate! " Merrill nervously laughed.

" Then, who is this man? "

The 'elderly man' turned his attention at Arthas and noticed he saw his current disguise. Then, he said, " It's a long story. "

" Wait, is that...."

" It's Ivo as Doctor La Farceuse, " she said.

" Ja, it's me, " Ivo smiled at his boss.

" Don't tell me, Lady Merrill asked you to drink of her concoctions! I have done that once in Robania, disguising as an old elven man! "

" Wunderbar! You're correct! "

" Oh, Heavens! " Arthas let out a sigh and laughed, recalling his memories. " It's been a half-day for me disguising as an old man as the Chergarian soldiers ignored me. So, you'll be spying at the party with Doc, eh? "

" Ja, " Ivo answered his boss.

" Okay, I see. Good luck in your disguise...Doctor La... Farcoosh? Did I get it right? La Farquez? La Farchush? La Farcust? "

Ivo chuckled and corrected, " La Farceuse. But close enough."

" Gah! Franken names! They always confuse me at times! That's why I call Amnon as Doc instead! " Arthas shrugged and laughed.

" One thing to add, Ivo..." Merrill picked up an eyeglasses and handed it to him. " No one will suspect you. "

The ginger haired 'elder' nodded at her. Then, he took the eyeglasses and put it on. " Danke. "

" This will help you to sense anyone with an Umbral influence, however you need to remain in your persona. "

" It'll only work in my current disguise? " Ivo curiously asked.

" Not only your current disguise. But if you wish to wear it, you know what and who to deal with. "

" I'll be sure to remember that, " Ivo said to Lady Anaedaere.

" I'll send some elven hunters to look after you, your brother and sister-in-law. "

" Danke, Frau Anaedaere, I appreciate it, " Ivo said.

" Doc, Chris, and Lass Val will be proud to see you, " Arthas grinned in approval. " And I am as well! "

" Sophia will be happy to hear of your inclusion and initiative, " Merrill added and sadly sighed. " Of course, my late son Kintor whom you have gained and revived his legacy by practicing Earth Elemental spells. He would be appreciated to hear it from you if he were still living. Arielle would also be honored that you continued her magic. "

" Ja, they will be proud to have a descendant like me continuing their family legacy, " Ivo said.

" It's time to show some earth rumbling and metal twisting against the Umbral cults! " Arthas confidently grinned at his employee.

" Ja, it's time to bring the fight to the Umbral Cult with the power of the earth! " Ivo proudly exclaimed.

[Montmartre Residence: 5:09 PM, 7th of Before Witching, Year 426]

We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day
Keep smiling through
Just like you always do
'Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away...

Karola sat on the chair and spent listening to the song in Neo-Ydrassi on the radio which a lady Aldernian singer with an alto range sweetly echoed from the radio speakers. The elderly Akrovian woman was smiling and recalling her late husband singing and playing it on the piano to her. She looked at the picture of Jean Meir on her side table. Then, she sang like she was seeing him alive and imagining he was still listening to the song.

So will you please say hello
To the folks that I know
Tell them I won't be long
They'll be happy to know
That as you saw me go
I was singing this song

We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day

We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day
Keep smiling through
Just like you always do
'Til the blue skies
Drive the dark clouds far away...

Without her knowledge, there was some footsteps tapping on the floor. She was still singing the song and looking at her late spouse's photograph. Suddenly, an elderly ginger haired man gently knocked on the wall. Karola stopped singing and got surprised to see another elderly man standing on the doorway.

" Kto ty?! Chto ty zdes' delayesh'?! (Who are you?! What are you doing here?!) " she gasped in shock. " Pochemu ty zdes'?! (Why are you here?!) "

" Je suis désolé, madame. Je ne comprends aucun mot en Luski. Avec tout le respect que je vous dois, nous pouvons nous exprimer en Franken ou en Neo-Ydrassi. (I'm sorry, ma'am. I don't understand any words in Luski. With all due respect, we can express ourselves in Franken or Neo-Ydrassi.) " the man politely responded.

" C'est mauvais, je suis désolé, monsieur. J'ai juste été surpris de te voir entrer dans la maison sans l'avis de personne. (My bad, I'm sorry, monsieur. I just got surprised to see you enter the house without anyone's advice.) " the blonde Akrovian elder sighed and cocked her eyebrows in suspicion. " Attendez, vous semblez très familier. Je ne pense pas que tu aies le même âge que moi ou ma chère Meirshka. (Wait, you sound very familiar. I don't think you're the same age as me or my dear, Meirshka.) "

" Meirshka, tu veux dire ton défunt mari? (Meirshka, you mean your late husband?) "

" Da. "

The 'elderly' man sadly sighed and looked at Karola with concern. Then, he intently eyed at the portrait of the late Senator Jean Meir Montmartre who had an uncanny resemblance to his surviving firstborn physician son in physical appearance.

" C'était en effet un bon mari et un bon père. Pas étonnant, il vous a beaucoup manqué. (He was indeed a good husband and a father. No wonder, you missed him very much.) " he said.

" Comment as-tu... Attends, Ivoshka, c'est toi?! (How did you...Wait, Ivoshka, is that you?!) " she raised her eyebrows and asked him.

" Oh, hässlich! Meine Verkleidung ist kaputt! (Oh, crud! My disguise has been busted!) " Ivo angrily muttered in his mother tongue and facepalmed.

The old blonde Akrovian woman laughed and said, " It's alright, Ivoshka! I can easily recognize you from your tone of voice, Da? "

" Mama Karola, I was just testing you, " he deadpanned and sighed heavily.

" I can still remember you and the other three children tried to change yourselves, but I can never be fooled by all of you, Da?! " she smirked evilly. " Even Amnon's exploits as the Blue Knight, I have understood who he really is! Meirshka used to be the mysterious armored hero back then, but my son is the successor. "

" But Amnon and Glenda just said you had Alzheimer's Disease? How come you..."

" Recovered. I was injected with a special drug before. Even my memories are gaining, I can no longer function as in my younger days. That's why I have Ilyana and Monika as my carers. "

" Oui, D'accord. " Ivo nodded and understood.

Suddenly, the blonde bespectacled physician and his wife arrived who was dressed in a bathrobe and had rosy pink curlers which they seemed like size D alkaline batteries attached on Glenda's head. The pregnant pediatrician got surprised and then laughed at Ivo's disguise.

" Oh! That was the adverse reaction of that aging serum! " she remarked.

" It's his decision to protect himself from being recognized by his former colleagues, " her husband pointed out and turned to Ivo, calling his alias. " Oncle Èzè, tu dois t'habiller très bientôt? Es-tu le prétendant de ma mère? (Uncle Èzè, are you supposed to get dressed very soon? Are you my mother's suitor?) "

" ' Mon garçon ', s'il te plaît, ne pense pas que je gagne le cœur de ta mère veuve! Nous parlons juste de votre défunt père! (' Boy, 'please don't think I'm winning your widowed mother's heart! We're just talking about your late father!) " Ivo joked and played along with Amnon to his response. " Et ne pensez même pas que je serai votre « beau-père » ou « beau-grand-père » pour votre fille! (And don't even think I will be your 'step-dad' or 'step-grandpa' to your daughter!) "

Hearing such humorous retorts from the two men, Glenda and Karola both snickered and laughed which they found ridiculously hilarious.

" No worries, Amnon. I will not exchange my love for Meirshka with someone else, " Karola assured and grinned to her son. " On byl moyey pervoy lyubov'yu. Eto nikogda ne izmenitsya. (He was my first love. This will never change.) "

" Tu as entendu ça, "Garçon"? (You heard that, 'Boy'?) " Ivo interjected and shrugged.

" Noté. Merci, oncle Èzè. (Noted. Thanks, Uncle Èzè.) " the general practitioner helplessly grinned and laughed.

" So, how long is the aging serum will work? " Glenda curiously asked.

" Within 12 hours, I reckon, " the ginger haired man in disguise replied. " It will wear out by the next morning. "

" Wonderful, I have never tried to create a formulation about that. I only create the truth and Vitality serum aside from the fertility and estrogen formulation. At least, I'll ask someone from the Tribe about that, " she remarked and turned to her spouse.

" Right, " Amnon nodded at her. " For now, we still have that party to attend to. Brace ourselves for this one. "

[Dressing Room, Centre de congrès Monoceros Keep: 6:00 PM, 7th of Before Witching, Year 426]

" So, the doctor almost foiled you for your lying schemes this morning? " an attractive Aldernian woman with long curly scarlet locks asked and raised her right hand in interjection. " Glad, you had vamoosed that bloke in a white coat. If you fall into his trap, I will end up as a widow. "

" Lamprey-love, please don't say that! " Tsirhc anxiously exclaimed. " I won't let that happen ever! Big Boss Neforie and Mister Moreau are both expecting me to do a special performance, later! I swear, love. I'll make everyone convinced to join us! Besides, we will steal anyone's valued belongings and including money! We are gonna be rich, my dear! "

Lamprey Moriarty-Itna intently smirked and understood what her husband had said. She gently poked and touched his chest, giving him a seductive look.

" For Lord Milo's sakes, I do love the sound of it, darling! " she cheerfully replied. " Just like we used to do our schemes back in Alderny! We convince, hypnotize, steal, and recruit people to be part of the Umbral Cult. But this time we are doing very special for the Foranean government, I really love Big Boss Neforie's future plans. That makes me think to not return to our futile homeland. I really don't care about their damned and boring monarchy. I am really sick of it. "

" So do I, love, " Tsirhc smiled and passionately kissed his wife. " We are starting a new life here and making it possible. So, tell me darling, what will you do when you see Doctor Montmartre? "

" My dear spouse, please don't be so jealous of me, " Lamprey answered and rubbed her husband's chest. " You married a prostitute and a swindler. You knew I have a sultry look to any men who will approach me. I will just play along with him when I see him. "

" How about the Blue Knight? "

" Oh, my Umbral gods, I'm not interested with superhero mages at all! " she rolled her eyes in disgust and frowned. " Perhaps, Moreau and his minions or even Sheeva and her brutes can deal with that enigmatic armored bloke. Let's see what will happen later, okay? Honestly, I am more interested in your performance and Big Boss's speech than him. "

" I absolutely agree with you, love, " the brunette man smiled and cupped his wife's smooth pinkish face. " It's our evening! No one dares to gatecrash the party and steals it, ever! "

(RP with BjornGamR27 for the first upto third parts.)

(Torsten and Ilona Jørgensen and Ivo Fischer from BjornGamR27)

(Tsirch Itna and Rigaton Marzen from BrandonToy)

(Teridax Moreau and Merrill Anaedaere by Knightfall077)

(La Foule by Edith Piaf)

(We'll Meet Again by Vera Lynn)