<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-align: center;">Gless - Caleta (day 17, noon)</div></span></span><br/><br/><br/>Guilford and Abel rode steadily towards town. They were not too far off from the south entrance but the sight of a checkpoint in place was another note to how security had been bolstered around the island. Had it not been for the increased security, they would have been able to make it earlier on the seventeenth of the month but they had to avoid as much knight contact as possible. This would be the last checkpoint they would have to pass and Guilford was already getting weary of having to go through a practiced facade. He really didn't get why he had to remain hidden.<br/><br/>"We're almost there. Leave the checkpoint to me like the many times before this." Abel gruffly reminded him. Guilford could only sigh in return but decided to still play along.<br/><br/>"Halt! Who goes there!?" one of the knights asked with a hand signaling for them to stop.<br/><br/>Abel and Guilford pulled the reigns of their horses to stop their movement and waited for the knights to come closer. Gil knew that it was probably the cloak and the stupid mask he was wearing. When one of the knights came close enough, the first thing he did was eye Guilford. Abel began talking to divert the knight's attention. "Abel d'Arques, former captain of Squad Seven with my retired subordinate Fenix. We're here to answer the Council Summons to the retired knights." he said and handed a message he received from Cornelius while training Guilford in the Valley of Tranquil Springs. The other knight took the message and inspected it thoroughly but as soon as he recognized High Councilor Cornelius' seal, he immediately gave the OK to the others blocking their path.<br/><br/>"Why is he wearing a mask?" the knight suddenly asked. Guilford and Abel froze in place, most of the others didn't bother with the crude fashion statement but this knight just had to prod. Abel shot the knight a glare that put the other in an uneasy stand. "He got injured in service. You wouldn't want to know what happened to his face though. He can get very sensitive about it and it's not going to be pretty for you. Please don't be rude." he said with an ominous tone. Guilford resisted the strong urge to facepalm. There was nothing wrong with his face! The knight shot wary glances over to the masked Guilford while gulping down some air. Guilford flared his holy power at a controlled level and the knight immediately accepted his presence. "M-My apologies knight Fenix. Please excuse my rudeness."<br/><br/>A deep grumble was his only reply which prompted the other knight to bow deeper. He lifted his head up when he heard no hostility from the masked man.<br/><br/>"Only two of you? These are tough times, we'll need all the hands we can get with the loss of Master Guilford." the knight bantered on, a desperate attempt in changing the subject. "An untimely loss but we'll do everything that we can to the best of our abilities." Abel responded with an assuring tone. The knight simply nodded to his words and moved to the side to allow them passage into town. When the two were nearly out of their sight, another knight approached him.<br/><br/>"Is it me or did that jet-black horse looked familiar?"<br/><br/>"You mean it looked a lot like Master Guilford's Thunder right? I thought the same thing too."<br/><br/>"Nahh, can't be. The ornaments don't look the same. I remember Thunder had Master Guilford's seal imprinted on its chest armor. I've watched it ride out these gates countless times so I thought..."<br/><br/>"Probably just another black horse."<br/><br/>"Yeah, I guess you're right."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">____________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Abel and Guilford rode their steeds in an easy trot along the streets. The look they were receiving from the people told the old knight that they were gathering too much attention. He soon deemed it wise that Guilford be removed from the streets while they still can before another band of knights decide to stop them for inspection. "I know you probably want to go home and check on Corwin but that would have to wait until nightfall. For now you should head to the unused chapel in the southeast parts of town. You can hide out there while I gather your squad members for you."<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"I still don't understand why I have to keep the illusion up when I could just simply walk into the Grand Cathedral and say 'Hi!' to them."</span><br/><br/>Abel grumbled. Did Guilford also lose his insight when he discarded his other persona? "Look, we need to have a firm grasp of the situation first like Akira suggested that we do. Who knows? Maybe they are in the stage of executing something that could actually be good for the people. Should you reveal yourself now, they might scrap whatever that is and adjust to having you back in their forces and plan otherwise. I didn't fake your death solely just to train you, I also did it to force them to act. There may be a possibility that going covert is the best course of action."<br/><br/>A drawn out 'hmmm' was the only reply he received from the Seraph.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Or maybe you two are just over-thinking things and being too focused about the council rather than the real problem. The way I see it, the sooner I'm back in the ranks, the better chances we have of actually preparing for what is to come. I fought Eve first hand, they could sure use what I have learned about her. I'd rather be doing that than playing politics with the Councilors."</span><br/><br/>Now it was Abel's turn to draw out a 'hmmm' in the air. Perhaps he was mistaken about Gil's insight, it wasn't lost at all, just more focused on what needs to be done. Still, timing is the key. "Just hear what your squad has to say first alright? Then you can do what you want after that. Agreed?"<br/><br/>Guilford shrugged his shoulders.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Fine, I'm dying to see them all again anyway. I'll be waiting for them in that old chapel."</span>he said and rode ahead of the old knight.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">____________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Now to find the rest of Squad Eight. Abel didn't have the slightest clue where to start so the first thing he thought of was to head to the Grand Cathedral and start asking for whereabouts. It was a fifteen minute ride on horseback from the south gate to the Cathedral grounds, Abel stopped in front of the gates to ask the ones on watch duty. Their faces were new to him, probably because of rotation.<br/><br/>"Knight, are you familiar with the members of Squad Eight?" he asked one of them by the gates.<br/><br/>"The late Master Guilford's squad? Yeah, I know them by face and name. Do you have any business with them? They were taken in by Squad Ten after Master Guilford passed away."<br/><br/>Abel dismounted his horse and held the reigns steady with one hand. "Actually I do. My name is Abel d'Arques, retired knight and former captain of Squad Seven. I am here to answer the Council's call to retired knights but Master Guilford used to be under my squad and I simply wish to pay my respects first to those my former subordinate led."<br/><br/>The knights on watch duty stiffened at the mention of his name. "Y-You're sir Abel? We've heard so much about you sir! This is a great honor! May I shake your hand please?"<br/><br/>Formalities weren't really his strong suit but Abel humored the knights just so he can get the information he needed. "Thank you sir! It's truly an honor! Now about Squad Eight's members, ruby-eyes Natalia should still be in the vicinity sir. She mostly comes out late these days. We heard she's been undergoing training. She should be in one of the knight training rooms. Knight Georg should also be around and I think I heard Knight Joaquim say he's going home, he left earlier this morning. I haven't seen Vice Captain Alfrei, Knight Hyuga and Knight Vlad come in today though."<br/><br/>"Thank you knight. You have been very helpful. I can find my way from here." Abel bowed in gratitude and made his way to the Cathedral.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">____________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>The large halls where the knight training rooms were located echoed with the sound of whip cracks and magic being fired off. Abel followed the sound to the far room near the end of the hall. From the way the whip cracks sounded, Abel could tell that there was no purpose to it, just pure random lashing out, mostly serving as a diversion to the turmoil in the wielder's heart. The old knight turned the knob and pushed the door open. He quietly slipped inside the room and watched the blonde woman flail her weapon around along with her emotions. One look and he could tell that this wasn't training, she didn't even notice that he came in. When she took a short pause from lashing out, Abel grabbed the chance to catch her attention.<br/><br/>"You'll only exhaust yourself with the way you're...training...if you dare call it that." he said from the side.<br/><br/>Surprised red eyes flicked in his direction followed by Natalia's Holy Whip dropping from being startled. Abel shook his head sideways. Clearly this young woman had a lot of emotions to deal with.<br/><br/>"What do you want? Are you here to mock me or pay your respects?" she snarled at him, clearly unwelcoming of his company.<br/><br/>Abel raised both hands in surrender. "I come in peace young lady. I just have a message for you." he said and approached Natalia slowly, not wanting to aggravate the other more than she already is. He handed her a piece of paper. Natalia immediately snatched the paper and looked at it only to see time and directions to the unused chapel in the southeastern sector of Caleta scribbled on it. "Be there at the time indicated. Make sure nobody else aside from your squad knows of this. If you can pass it around to the other members of Squad Eight, it would be most appreciated."<br/><br/>"I can handle letting the others know but Alfrei, Vlad, Joaquim and Hyuga aren't here. Alfrei is in Danaon, Hyuga is in Xedia, Vlad is staying in Valiar's home in Lindela and Joaquim went home. I can have Georg pick Joaquim up."<br/><br/>"Good to know, leave the others to me. Thank you." Abel said and went to head out of the training room. He glanced back at Natalia before completely stepping out. "If you're using a whip, you should relax your arms and wrists more. The key to effectively wielding this type of weapon is in the angle of your arms and the swift snapback motion of the wrists."<br/><br/>Natalia only glared at Abel until the old knight was out of her sights. She picked up her whip in frustration and swung it around, letting another crack fill the training room. She was trying hard to forget, why did Gil's old captain have to show up!? She didn't know if the Light was being cruel or if she was just plain fated to suffer. Regardless, she still had some time to train. Perhaps she should take the old knight's advice about how to expertly handle a whip. Maybe it could help her focus on something else for once. What was it? Arm angle and swift snapback motion of the wrists? Natalia tried it once and she was surprised that the<span style="font-style: italic">crack!</span>her whip made sounded entirely different. Natalia bit her lip in thought. Perhaps the old man simply felt compelled to look out for them because he was Gil's former captain. She began to feel bad for snarling at Abel.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">____________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>He needed to move fast. Abel rode nonstop to Xedia since it was the closest to Caleta. It was a good thing that Hyuga had some sort of reputation and it was made easy for him to find his home in town. Abel knocked on the door twice and an old lady opened it to greet him. She was quiet but polite enough to welcome him in. Abel immediately figured out where this knight got his personality. The old lady could easily fall into the eccentric type of people. The only words said between Abel and the old lady, were directions to Hyuga's room upstairs before she shooed him with a wave of a hand. With a mystified look, Abel traced the stairs up and made his way to the second door to the right. He took a deep breath first before knocking twice.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"How many times do I have to remind you to just knock once when I'm in the middle of something?!"</span><br/><br/>The roar from behind the door sent Abel taking one step back. He heard heavy footsteps headed for the door anyway so the old knight simply straightened himself up and cleared his throat. When the door to the room opened, a grumpy knight with a scowl on his face greeted the old knight. It seemed like a bucket of words were just about to come splashing from his mouth when he realized that it was a different person seeking his audience. Abel wasn't known for losing his words easily but this man had somehow punched a hole in his word vault that he was left speechless.<br/><br/>"What?" Hyuga broke the ice, "I'm in the middle of a breakthrough right now and you're wasting my time." a raised brow and an impatient glare accompanying his words.<br/><br/>Those words kicked Abel back to reality from the awestruck state he was experiencing. He didn't quite know how to phrase it but he just couldn't see why Gil picked this man to join his squad. This knight seemed like he was a handful. "A message for you." Abel said and handed Hyuga another piece of paper. The other knight took it and glanced at it once. "I don't have the luxury of time right now." he immediately responded after noting what was scribbled on the paper. Just as Hyuga was about to close the door and disregard the old knight, Abel slammed his right hand to it and stopped the other from shutting himself away. "It is of the utmost importance that you be there on time." he persistently insisted with a fierce glare. The black-haired man frowned in distaste but decided it would be best to fold. This old knight had that same piercing glare his... Captain had when he was insisting on something. "Fine, fine, I get it. I'll push it up on my priority list. Will there be anything else?"<br/><br/>Abel shook his head sideways and let go of the door. The other simply slammed it shut and for a moment, Abel swore he heard the man grumbling in annoyance. What a character this Hyuga was! How in the world was Gil able to stand this guy? Abel was tempted to subject Hyuga to disciplinary action but deemed it more important to head to Danaon as soon as he was able.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">____________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Danaon at last. It didn't take him long to find Gil's new Vice Captain for he was quite a celebrity in town as well. Soon enough, Abel was enjoying a spot of tea and a slice of strawberry shortcake for his efforts of coming to find Alfrei. It was the one thing he was grateful for all day long, a slice of hospitality. He was admiring Alfrei's younger sister Alexa who just finished pouring him another cup of tea when the knight in question walked in on them. Alexa excused herself gracefully and made herself scarce to give the knights a chance to talk in private.<br/><br/>"Your sister is very pretty." Abel suddenly blurted out. He didn't mean to, he was just swept in the spur of the moment.<br/><br/>Alfrei chose not to dawdle but simply sat in front of the old knight, choosing to get down to business rather than pleasantries. "What brings you here sir Abel? I'm sure it's not to tell me that my sister is very pretty."<br/><br/>Abel was a taken aback by the man's words. Had the other taken offense in what he said? "Forgive me, I meant no offense. She just reminded me of my daughter."<br/><br/>Realizing he might have went out of line with his attitude, Alfrei immediately accepted his mistake as well. "None taken sir Abel, but do forgive me too, I've been... on edge lately." Just what was happening to him? Normally he wasn't so grumpy. It's just...<br/><br/>Abel simply smiled and shook his head quickly. Now it all began to fall into place. Abel could now understand what Guilford meant when he mentioned during their travel to Caleta that it was the emotional state he was more worried about for his squad; most of his squad members were young. The old knight then slid a piece of paper across the table to Alfrei. The other took it and read the contents. "What's this supposed to be? A counseling for Squad Eight? I appreciate the concern sir Abel, but we'll be fine. Squad Ten was... kind enough... to take us in." he struggled with his words a bit. "Besides, I have to attend to more pressing concerns like the Captain's funeral later this afternoon."<br/><br/>Abel resisted the urge to just tell this man that Gil was still alive and waiting for them in that chapel. Though this boy is clearly putting up a brave front, he surely has a long, long way to go. "It wouldn't hurt to listen to a few words Alfrei. The rest of Squad Eight agreed to be there. It would be a shame if their Vice Captain chooses to be absent."<br/><br/>What was he doing?! It felt like the words 'Vice Captain' just hit him hard. He wasn't the only one that had to deal with the loss, no, it wasn't just him but the whole squad! As Vice Captain of Squad Eight, he should be the one to keep the team together in the Captain's absence! Why was he such a fool!? Why did it have to be others who points out his mistakes rather than him figuring it out for himself? He felt disgusted about himself he just wanted to shrink in his seat. Why did Captain Guilford even promote him to the seat of Vice Captain when he wasn't clearly ready? Of course, there was no way he was going to find that out now is there? Alfrei sighed in defeat.<br/><br/>"Thank you sir Abel. I'll make the time for this."<br/><br/>"That's good to know."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">____________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>He was off to Lindela. There were only a few hours left before the appointed time of the meeting. If only he had known that being a messenger could be this difficult. Still, it was a job that he couldn't leave to a carrier pigeon alone given the situation. He was the reason this squad is suffering. Personal touch is the least he could do for them. As always, Lindela being the market island, its streets are packed with people. The so called death of a Seraph had little impact here. Probably the reason why Vlad chose to hide out here. Regardless, he needs to find the man fast. He had to visit several sectors before actually being pointed in the right direction. Still, despite having to run around, Abel felt impressed that this Valiar knight managed to pick a cozy district to live on despite the hustle and bustle of Lindela. One deep breath and Abel brought his fist to knock on the door.<br/><br/>Moments later, a fair lady opened the door and glanced at him real quick before falling to a warm smile, an indication that she was used to knights coming and going from her home. She must be that Valiar's wife. "Yes? Can I help you?"<br/><br/>Contrary to his gruff voice, polite and sweet her tone was, brimming with life that it made Abel stammer in his words. "Uh.. pardon the intrusion milady, I was told that I could uhm... find Knight Vlad here."<br/><br/>"Oh! Are you one of his squad mates?" she asked.<br/><br/>"Oh no, no. My name is Abel, I'm an acquaintance of Vlad's."<br/><br/>"I see. Would you like to come in?" she asked but Abel respectfully declined the offer. "Then please wait here a moment. I will call him for you."<br/><br/>Abel bowed his head in gratitude and watched the door close again. Moments later, Vlad was the one who came out. One look and Abel knew that the man was depressed. "Vlad, walk with me for a moment."<br/><br/>The other simply sighed but did as requested. The two men walked away from Valiar's home and headed to the nearby park. Vlad's head was clearly in the skies if the lack of words aren't evidence enough. When they had found a place to sit, the blonde knight finally spoke.<br/><br/>"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit sir Abel?" Vlad asked, eyes looking everywhere but his companion. This was great. This was exactly what he needed, another knight of legend to come cheer up a mediocre knight like himself. The sarcasm he felt was slowly becoming a nuisance to his train of thought. Did this old knight come here to rub his mediocrity in? Give him more words of encouragement that he would no doubt fail to grasp? Perhaps he came here to blame him? Whatever... anything goes and as soon as he sends this old knight on his way, he should be fine. He just need to tough it out for a bit.<br/><br/>"I come bearing a message for the members of Squad Eight." Abel informed him, handing a piece of paper to the man.<br/><br/>Vlad sank deeper in his seat, refusing to take the message, thoughts in turmoil. Squad Eight, the squad he failed, the squad he didn't have the right to join in the first place. Why did this old knight even bother coming to find him here? He didn't belong in that squad, he couldn't bear to call himself a member of Squad Eight. Vlad sighed, knowing that it was only a matter of time before that squad gets dissolved and officially becomes Squad Ten. "I'm... not worthy to be called a member of Squad Eight. All I ever did was let them down. I was never as good as the others, I was never up to par to begin with. I'm just a crude knight among the rejects." he finally said after a long silence.<br/><br/>Abel sighed, realizing it's probably going to take more effort with this man. He took a deep breath, Captainhood taking over his personality. "Vlad, a man in search for himself always comes across two choices along his journey, to stop and remain lost for the rest of his life, or to keep searching no matter what it takes to find what he seeks. You can choose to be a crude knight among the rejects or be the a true knight among the best."<br/><br/>"Easy for you to say. You're a legend, you don't have any idea of what I feel."<br/><br/>Abel resisted the strong urge to apologize, he caused this by faking Gil's death, he should be the one to fix it. "You think I was born a legend? You think that I had it easy? Vlad, this legend is very poor at healing, this legend can't use non-holy magic, and this legend for the life of me can't cook! The only difference between you and I is that I know what my strengths and weaknesses are. Keep searching Vlad." he said and handed the message once more to the blonde knight.<br/><br/>This time, the other took it and slowly read the contents. "The rest of Squad Eight will be there. They will be expecting you." he said and stood up but stopped before walking away. "Vlad, whatever you do, don't let them down now." Abel finished and left Vlad to his thoughts without another word.<br/><br/>Could he face them knowing that it was all his fault that Squad Eight is grieving? Does he even have the heart to endure their sadness? Much less his own? Still, the last words Abel left him pinched his bleeding heart.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Don't let them down now.</span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">____________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-align: center;">Caleta - Southeast Sector, Old Chapel</div></span></span><br/><br/><br/>Alfrei was the first to arrive. He had thought that if he was to try to be a real Vice Captain and keep the team together, he should at least show them a semblance of authority. Punctuality would be a good start. The young Vice Captain stood before the old, nearly crumbling chapel and thought if he should take a peek but soon disregarded the idea. It would be better to wait for the others and go in with them. Moments later, two knights joined him, Joaquim and Georg. The three exchanged placid greetings but no other form of conversation followed. Normally they would ask how the other was doing but all of them probably had the same thing in mind. This meeting would most likely be about dealing with the pain together as a squad. The words should be saved until all of them have convened. It didn't take long before Natalia and Fiona arrived.<br/><br/>The latter bowed before the others and apologized. "My apologies to you all milords, I couldn't get away from Lord Valiar's superb tutelage in time." The others simply nodded in acknowledgment and they all continued to wait for the rest, an awkward silence swirling in the air around them.<br/><br/>Hyuga was the next to arrive. He didn't even bother to greet anyone and just found himself a nice spot in solitude. He was trying not to think about having to deal with this but now that he was here, the thoughts just won't stop coming to torment him. The sooner they get this meeting over with, the sooner he could find comfort in his research. He had contemplated on going off on the last one to come but scrapped the idea since it would do none of them any good.<br/><br/>It was almost dusk when Vlad arrived. He only gave the rest of the squad a nod but avoided looking anyone directly in the eyes. he mostly kept his head bowed when he walked towards the group. Now that all of them have gathered, Alfrei took the front.<br/><br/>"I know we haven't had the chance to talk about what happened amongst ourselves given how things quickly spiraled out of control. I also know that each of you have their own pain to deal with, but this is not a reason for us to simply let Squad Eight crumble away. The Captain," he paused briefly to suck up more air, ignoring the sting he felt inside. "wouldn't want to see us fall apart like this. I don't want to see us fall apart like this either! We'll deal with this, like how we dealt with any other trial we faced before, as one, as proud members of Captain Guilford's squad."<br/><br/>The words, though poorly selected, seemed to light a small fire in the eyes of each member. The others, seeing how Alfrei was trying his hardest to keep them together softened their edges. They all left the comfort of their posts and walked behind their Vice Captain when he pushed the chapel doors open. Inside was like any regular Chapel of the Light, the only difference was this place is old and dusty. It was supposed to be relocated when a church was established after a population boom in this sector but for some reason, the people chose to leave it as it is. The pews are still lined up neatly, only they were covered in thick dust. The Altar of Light was still in the front center and right now it was bathing in light coming through the windows. The squad wandered in expecting a person to come out but after several minutes of waiting found nobody.<br/><br/>"Is this some sort of joke from Abel? He said it was a matter of utmost importance!" Hyuga growled, clearly annoyed that it was turning to be a waste of his time that was supposedly better spent in researching his breakthrough.<br/><br/>"And here I thought we would get counseling from him." Natalia phrased, slightly peeved. She had to prove herself more than anything, especially to that... that woman!<br/><br/>"Or perhaps he wanted us to talk about it amongst ourselves?" Joaquim guessed, trying to calm the others down.<br/><br/>"The Captain died! What is there to talk about?! What we should be doing is moving on and devoting our time to something productive rather than wallowing in grief!" Hyuga yelled irritably.<br/><br/>"Hyu! I agree that we should be moving on but the way you're acting is clearly suggesting that you need to get something out of your chest first before you can do so." Georg barred the man. "You've been hiding in your research for Light knows how long! And it's not just Hyu, all of us has something we need to get off our chests! Abel was nice enough to grant us an opportunity to talk amongst ourselves, we should be grateful..."<br/><br/>Alfrei sank in one of the pews, elbows landing on top of his legs and face sinking into both palms. An air of silence followed him as the others decided to do the same. Perhaps they really needed to sit down and talk. When everyone had found themselves a seat, Alfrei looked at each of them one by one but before he got the chance to speak, Georg took the spotlight.<br/><br/>"This isn't easy, and it never will be. The Captain's death has significantly affected each and every one of us. Our performances are dropping, we can't think straight--I mean, let's face it, we are all in pain and what we're doing isn't coping with it but hiding from it. The more we deny the loss, the more pain we're going to put ourselves through. A loss is a loss, and there's nothing we can do about it but accept it no matter how hard or painful it may seem." Georg began, recalling when he had lost his entire squad from his time as a captain.<br/><br/>"Grieve! Cry if you must! Get angry if you must! Lash out if you absolutely have to! Hide if you can't take it! At the end of the day, it won't bring the dead back... the Captain will not be coming back." he slowed down, trying not to crack his calm. "Those things will only serve to dull the pain in the moment until each of us have truly accepted his loss in our hearts!" Georg continued.<br/><br/>This time, the eyes of everyone except Fiona's were hazing with tears. It was sad yes, but Fiona didn't really know the man that well to actually shed tears for him. She hated it that she was the only one who appeared to be heartless among these hurting people. She was sad sure, however, she knew better than forcing her tears. It would only serve to dishonor the Seraph that they have lost. She wouldn't want that.<br/><br/>"I... miss him..." Natalia sobbed. "Lights! I really miss him so much!" Now she was bawling her eyes out. She cupped her face with both hands to hide her tears but her muffled sobs remained prominent. She had always been one of the more emotional members of Squad Eight after all.<br/><br/>Hyuga who had always succeeded in foiling his tears was now crying in his corner. The ninjas must have peeled and cut crates of onions by now that he could no longer keep his eyes safe! In his mind he was recalling the times his Captain would shoot down his ideas only to come up with an even more dangerous one, those were exciting times! He had also always enjoyed pushing his Captain's tolerance for him to its limits, just to know if he would result to smacking him or running him through with his sword. Now he wouldn't be able to do that, now there wouldn't be anyone left to understand him better than how Captain did in this squad.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Well said Georg."</span></span><br/><br/>"Wha..?" Natalia froze. There's no way she could mistake that voice!<br/><br/>Alfrei heard it too but felt peeved. Who was the jerk that had the nerve to immitate their Captain's voice!? "It's not funny!" he yelled at no one in particular. The others shifted in their seats, sorrow formally turning to a creepy bewilderment.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Sorry. I wasn't trying to be funny."</span></span><br/><br/>There it was again! The voice sounded like it was coming from the whole chapel. Hyuga immediately looked up and around, trying to pinpoint the origin. "Lights above! Captain! Have you found a way to communicate from... wherever it is you are?!" The man of science in him was starting to take over, probably because he was relieved that whatever power was at work, granted them a chance to communicate with their Captain again. The look on Vlad, Joaquim and Georg's faces couldn't be painted even by the most skilled artist. They were clearly struggling between logic and grief. Fiona was simply dead in the water. She didn't know how to react, she couldn't even speak! Was this really happening? A miracle? Moments later, the squad's gazes caught movement coming from behind the Altar of Light. Everybody froze but their eyes recognized what they saw. White tasset with an intricate pattern, black elbow-length gauntlets, white sleeveless turtle-neck shirt, long dark blue hair, white sheath and white... mask?<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Sorry Hyu, instant communication will still be one of your dreams."</span>he said and took off the mask dropping it on the marble floor.<br/><br/>Natalia's jaws dropped in tune with the mask but a hand instinctively came up to cover her mouth and muffled a sob. Her eyes were streaming with tears again but she didn't care to wipe them away; they were good tears this time! She immediately jumped up from her seat to rush towards Guilford but her left foot got tangled in the base of the pew before her and she was sent on her way to a collision course with the marble floor. She braced herself for impact but suddenly found herself caught between the warmth of her Captain's chest and his strong arms that she easily recognized. He was real! This was all that she needed to make her believe that she was not dreaming, that all of this was real, that her Captain was alive and well! She felt like all her strength was sapped away and she just sank into him limply, right arm slowly coming up behind the man to hug her Captain. It was also just the thing that the others needed to see, that the man in front of them was not an apparition or a mirage.<br/><br/>"I hate you..." she mumbled from his chest, left arm coming up to beat on his chest lightly. "I hate you..." she said it again, beating Gil's chest twice with her closed left hand. "I hate you for making us think you're dead!" she cried out, sobs and wails no doubt just around the corner. Now Natalia was keeping a steady rhythm with her left fist, pounding on Gil's chest lightly over and over. She was crying her heart out more than she was before but her words remained audible. "I hate you... I really hate you for making me cry so much!" Somehow she had reverted to that teenage girl that he saved and she didn't care about how she looked. Gil couldn't blame her though, he could only comfort her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Shhhh. Sorry Nat, I'm really sorry."</span><br/><br/>His words washed over her, it was soothing, more than any delicious cold drink that she ever drank. His words gave her more comfort than even the most lavish bed any top-notch bedmaker could ever create. "It's... okay..." she trailed. "It's really... okay..." she whimpered back and Gil just tightened his arms around her, giving her a gentle squeeze that prompted a soft moan out of her. She seemed to find comfort and security with what he just did. Ten minutes later and she still wasn't letting go. Though it was becoming a little awkward, the looks each of his squad members gave him suggested that they didn't mind. Natalia had always been the 'Squad Baby' after all.<br/><br/>Vlad didn't know what to think. Now that the man he thought dead was standing there talking to them again, he felt like a fool. Though he was glad that his Captain was still alive, the same thoughts still plagued his mind. Did he really deserve to be in this squad? Now that he has the chance, should he talk to his Captain about being reassigned? What purpose would his continued stay in Squad Eight bring his Captain? He didn't know. All he could think of was how relieved he was feeling right now.<br/><br/>Georg and Joaquim were also relieved, though their thoughts were more into why their Captain had to fake his death after Rosetta got attacked. For now, they were thankful that the weight they had in their chests was finally discarded. Hyuga on one hand felt more alive than he normally was. Right now he was surging with energy that he didn't quite know how to spend it. The Captain was alive and his research actually bore fruit! This was indeed a great time to rejoice! Now he didn't have to worry about constantly having to protect his notes from his tears! There was simply no other way to express the joy he was feeling now that their Captain was back from the dead.<br/><br/>Alfrei didn't know if he was going to jump, get mad, cry or laugh. The man he admired the most wasn't going to the history books just yet. He's really here! Alive and talking to them! Perhaps he should talk to him too, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "So Captain, when are you going to tell us what happened?" Alfrei finally broke the silence with much more life in his tone now. The rest of his squad seemed to agree with the notion but with the squad baby tangled up with him like this...<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Y-Yeah... I uhh.. I-I'll get to it b-but just... give me a little time okay?"</span>he sighed with a helpless look at Natalia.<br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"I mean her..."</span>he corrected himself.<br/><br/>The others laughed at their Captain's current situation. It felt like forever since they last laughed and it felt really, really good. Even Hyuga who doesn't normally laugh as much as the others was actually joining in. Squad Eight is still alive. Except for Fiona, the others all huddled together around their Captain and simply joined in for a group hug. She just stood a polite distance from them and smiled when Guilford looked at her. She was glad that she didn't really lose the chance to serve under this Seraph. She didn't mind serving under Master Lethe at all, but she really preferred to be in this squad.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">____________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>When Natalia finally decided to let go, Guilford began to recount the events starting from Rosetta up until the time he returned to Caleta. They had all settled down by now and seemed like they were back to normal, except for a few individuals that Gil noticed and planned to address later after priorities have been sorted out. When he was done explaining his side, Gil demanded for a situation update immediately. Georg and Joaquim who had a deeper understanding than the others who had a difficult time battling with their emotions deemed it necessary that they be the ones to give the update. They chose not to hide anything from their Captain and recounted what they saw and heard to the last detail.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"I see. So that's what happened. Okay, we'll deal with that later. For now..."</span>he paused. Now it was his time to ask questions. Gil turned to Alfrei.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Come here."</span><br/><br/>The other rose from his seat and stood before his Captain. Much to everyone's surprise, Gil slapped him. It wasn't too hard, but just enough to leave a reddish mark on his left cheek. The young Vice Captain gritted his teeth and looked down.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Do you know why I did that?"</span>the Seraph asked, his tone leveled between concern and authority. "I... think so..." the other meekly answered.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Raise your head, look at me, and answer me clearly Vice Captain. Why did I slap you?"</span><br/><br/>"B-Because I... failed in fulfilling the role you have given me."<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Why?"</span><br/><br/>"I couldn't... keep my emotions in check."<br/><br/>This time, the hand Guilford used to slap him was glowing with holy power. Was he going to punch him with a holy charged fist now? Alfrei closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, waiting for a blow that never came. Instead, he felt the hand fall on his shoulder. The next thing he felt was a familiar surge of holy magic. He was being absolved, and so was the rest of the squad. Since when did their Captain learn how to do a Mass Absolve spell?<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Because you couldn't keep your emotions in check, you started harboring ill thoughts, opening your heart to hatred."</span>Gil fell into an easy smile.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Listen Alfrei, a Vice Captain should keep the squad together in the absence of their Captain. A Vice Captain should be the next person those under him should look up to and draw strength from. You share the responsibility of making the hardest decisions in the toughest times. A lot is expected from you and I know the pressure can be overwhelming, but I wouldn't put you there if I thought you couldn't handle it."</span>he said, eyes growing softer than the previous look he had.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Alfrei, it is through our mistakes that we learn. You didn't fail me, you failed yourself and your squad. You made a mistake, and I want you to learn from it. I still think you'll be an excellent Vice Captain. You're ready, you just don't think you are."</span><br/><br/>Lights above! How could this man still say that to him after learning of what he has done? He had been incredibly rude not only to Vice Captain Adair but to anyone coming from Squad Ten. He just called the other Seraph names, he had harbored ill thoughts and he was sure Master Lethe must really think badly of him now. He was this squad's shame, his Captain's shame. Yet here he was, telling him that he still believes he would make an excellent Vice Captain! Alfrei could only shed tears in shame. He didn't deserve such praise and comfort. If anything, he deserved to be punished!<br/><br/>"You're... not mad at me?" he asked.<br/><br/>Guilford laughed, again much to the surprise of the others. They rarely see their Captain showing so much... emotion. He was always calm, always composed, and rarely allows his emotions to escape. Somehow, he seemed different.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Of course I'm mad, not at you but at your actions. That's why I will have you apologize to Squad Ten the soonest chance we get. You will have to own up to your actions and find a way to correct them. This is an order."</span>He said and turned to address the rest of the squad.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"This doesn't just go to Alfrei alone. You all need to pull yourselves together. Had I really died, which I almost did had it not been for Abel, I would be turning in my grave now that I know how most of you will take it. Then again, this is my fault too. I haven't really paid too much attention to the needs and development of each and everyone of you."</span>he paused, eyes falling over to Vlad who simply looked away from him.<span style="color: #0080FF">"I was so consumed by my own lies to myself that I shut out the core that makes me who I am. From now on, we will be a different squad. I will be a more hands on Captain and you better be ready. I won't go easy on you until I'm sure that your actions of late will not happen again."</span><br/><br/>The rest of the squad bowed their heads in shame. Now that they were being scolded by their Captain, all of them were beginning to feel the backlash of their actions. A united apology echoed inside the chapel but just as soon as Guilford was about to speak again, a distinct tolling of a bell caught his attention.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Okay, can somebody tell me why the Cathedral bells are tolling?"</span><br/><br/>Fiona came back to life, she was not so lost in the moment that she had extra thoughts to spare. She was the first one to actually recall what was supposed to be happening today in the Grand Cathedral. "Lord Guilford, your memorial service will start in a few minutes."<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Memorial serv--okay that can't be good. We will continue this discussion later. I have been away far too long. Everyone pick yourselves up. We're going to the Grand Cathedral."</span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">____________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-align: center;">Grand Cathedral</div></span></span><br/><br/><br/>The knights on watch duty by the Grand Cathedral gates yawned their drowsiness away. One of them rubbed his eyes and squinted as he looked into the distance. He saw a knight squad on horseback coming in fast. He immediately looked at his companion to warn him.<br/><br/>"Eyes open, knight squad incoming. Probably trying to catch the opening of the memorial service, better move to the side."<br/><br/>The other yawned again and looked to the direction of the said squad and blinked a couple times. When the squad drew closer, he began to recognize the members. He looked at his fellow knight and mumbled sleepily. "It's Squad Eight. Master Guilford probably doesn't want to be late for Master Guil--" Wait what?! When the other knight was about to turn again for another look, eight horses blew past them through the gates. He ran inside to take a look but only caught a glimpse of long dark blue hair dancing in the wind.<br/><br/>"Lights above! It can't be!" he gasped.<br/><br/>____________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>People have already started to gather, there were already a lot of them there. Guilford willed Thunder to run through the very large courtyard where the event is supposed to take place, skillfully avoiding people that were looking for seats. He was simply shocked at how much stuff they already prepared for his so called memorial service. Those that already saw him from before he rode into the Grand Cathedral were coming in flocks. He has to stop this now. Looking around for anyone who had a semblance of authority in the area, Guilford spotted several Advocates huddled close to the stage they were setting. The Seraph immediately tugged on the reigns of his steed and hurried off to the Advocates. The rest of Squad Eight were ordered to stand by while he sorted this out by himself.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Advocates, who's in charge here? I need to stop this memorial event now."</span><br/><br/>The Advocates froze upon hearing the voice that spoke up behind them. They were too busy organizing that they failed to notice his approach. When they turned to face Guilford, they paled like a large amount of blood had been drained from them.<br/><br/>"M-M-Master Guilford?! Y-You're alive?!"<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Much to your disappointment yes. Sorry but I'm cutting this memorial short. You can save your arrangements for later use though."</span><br/><br/>"B-B-But of course! There's no meaning in this if you're alive! Thank the Light!"<br/><br/>Guilford forced a smile, understanding that the Advocate will actually keep this event plan handy.<span style="color: #0080FF">"For now, I need the Grand Cathedral gates closed. Stop more people from coming in and lead those who are already inside here."</span>The shock the Advocates had still appeared like it will take some time before it completely wears off so Guilford clapped his hands twice before them.<span style="color: #0080FF">"On the double!"</span>He then turned to a Scribe who froze in place when she saw him.<span style="color: #0080FF">"You."</span>Guilford called out.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Send word to the Council that I am requesting a meeting."</span>The Scribe nearly fell down but managed to regain her balance. She could only nod continuously before running off to the Main Cathedral.<br/><br/>Several minutes later and the people have already fallen into anxious chatter. They were restless, trying to get a glimpse of the rumored Seraph that came back to life. By this time, Guilford was on stage, eyes panning across all the people that have already gathered.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"I know what you're all thinking."</span>he said into the voice booster.<span style="color: #0080FF">"No, I did not come back to life. I never died in the first place,"</span>he paused.<span style="color: #0080FF">"...well, I almost died but managed to survive. So here I am, Seraph Guilford Rosenwulf returning to you all to active duty."</span>he bowed before the people before continuing to speak.<span style="color: #0080FF">"I give you all my sincerest apologies for not returning sooner. The situation simply called for it at the time. You all have my gratitude for taking the time and effort to come here. Do not worry everyone, you will have this opportunity again but I guarantee that it won't be anytime soon."</span>he chuckled. The crowd responded with an easy laughter as well. One of them yelled, "It's good to have you back Master Guilford!" then the others instantly cheered after.<br/><br/>Oh man! Abel sure knew how to make a mess!<span style="color: #0080FF">"And it is truly good to be back."</span>he responded and motioned for the people to settle down.<span style="color: #0080FF">"I'm sure all of you know by now that Gless had been attacked. While I wish I had more time to spend with you all, I'm afraid more pressing concerns needs my utmost attention. I must resume my duties immediately to make sure that I can keep you all safe. It's sad that my time with you all must be cut short but please, allow me to apologize again for wasting your time and for making you all think I died. You may all go and resume your daily lives in peace. May the Divine Light eternally grace you all."</span><br/><br/>Having finished his short impromptu speech, Guilford left the stage in a hurry and saddled up, riding like the wind to the Main Cathedral with the rest of Squad Eight trailing behind him.