[Prisma*Illya]

"Well this is a fine mess," Duphaston said, sighing as he surveyed the damage to the school. The principal was highly distressed and kept murmuring nonsense words to herself as she kept glancing and then shuddering at Lionel's body.

"This...how could this have happened?" she wailed, covering her eyes. "Oh I hope the police arrive soon. You know...you're oddly dressed for a priest."

Duphaston gave her a mischievous smile as he turned, raised two fingers on his right hand, and said, "How observant of you. Now, Slumber."

The woman's eyes immediately drooped, and she fell to the ground, unconscious.

"How very bothersome," he sighed, pondering the corpse. "I'll have to get rid of this immediately before anyone sees it. It should be easy enough to alter her memory. Vandals, perhaps? Not too likely, but these simple-minded people will believe anything."

He removed the Darks from the body and allowed it to collapse to the ground.

"Well, that's at least one problem removed. I'll have good news for him tonight."

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"I'm going to head to the Church," Olivia told Assassin the next morning. "I have some business to attend to with Arzei. Go ahead and look after him until I get back."

As she stepped outside, she realized he was probably at the school now, cleaning up the mess. She realized he'd be in a poor mood after having to deal with that, but it was really outside her control where Lionel decided to fight. Besides, they'd dealt with the problem so it was all good.

Setting out toward the church, she decided to take a nice, slow pace to enjoy the scenery.

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Once Olivia was gone, Assassin hurried upstairs and changed into the clothes Lykaios had bought her before going to his room with a tray of hastily-prepared food, mostly of the bread and fruit variety.

"Master?" she called, knocking before entering. She set the tray down beside his bed and sat in the chair next to it, smiling kindly at him.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, inspecting the wound.

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"You're on the sofa," Saber laughed, toweling off his hair after taking a nice, hot shower. He'd borrowed one of Fenris' bathrobes and was feeling quite pleased once more with living the modern life.

"I guess I'll have to make sure to get you upstairs before bedtime," Saber teased, tossing the damp, balled-up towel at Revan before heading into the kitchen to roam through the cabinets.

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"Hmm? Oh, yes..." Archer said, distracted. She still hadn't been able to stop thinking about the dream she'd witnessed the previous night. Not only did it feel strange to violate the dreams of someone she wasn't sure how she felt about, but to witness something that made her feel a real connection for the first time..

"We both have someone we dearly want to save," she thought. "Someone taken from us so cruelly.."

"We...we're going to the church then?" she asked, half in a stupor.