Kiritsugu wandered in the empty hallways, his eyes dull as he calculated the politics, gauging how to further tips the scales in his own and William's favour. He needed a test, a test which would ensure that the chosen ruler had what it takes. He could slip off the hideout of several Vampire families to Ming, who would in turn provide the information to local Vampire hunters. No. William would not take kindly to too much bloodshed.Â<br/><br/>When his planning was inconclusive, he decided to retire to his apartment. Hopefully his Eve would have a more conclusive night than him.Â<br/><br/>When he returned, only Ming was present. Switching to Madarin, Kiritsugu asked, "Well?"<br/><br/>"I have located the water source."<br/><br/>"Good. The next part of the plan is to add a small amount of holy water into the tanks. This will allow the royals reason to begin a thorough search of all families' belongings. This should remove all their... "Illegal" weaponry and grant us the advantage."<br/><br/>"Do you know the right amount?"Â<br/><br/>"Yes. I have my test records." Kiritsugu stood beside the black-stained window and picked up a stack of binded paper, leafing through them cautiously, "What we want to achieve, is a reddish skin, similar to the flesh when struck." He cocked his head, "We have to make sure the ratio is no more than what is required. Last thing we need to one of us to go on a killing frenzy."<br/><br/>"Understood. What solution should I use then?" Ming said, opening a case and peering at the bottles inside.Â<br/><br/>"S12. The whole bottle should be suffice. Oh, but don't do it now, I have yet to ask for approval for this."<br/><br/>"Got it." The case was securely latched and returned to a locked chest.Â<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>Eve had followed behind Molly, silently, it was demanded that all servants of the Coleman Manor remain just out of sight of their masters, only to appear when summoned.Â<br/><br/>The metal timepiece in hand, a silent rhythmic click as every second passed, Eve watched as Molly returned the intoxicated man back to his room. It was only then did she step forward into what she could describe as the "presence sensing zone", where one could detect another's presence.Â<br/><br/>"That was interesting," Eve remarked, stowing the timepiece into her breast pocket, "Your master seems to definitely be holding some tricks up his sleeve. Is he any good in politics? It certainly seems so." A small smile played on her lips as she awaited her answer.Â