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Alucards Past
AluXCeras
Chapter 5
Chapter 5:
She looked at her mistress rather confused. She just smiled at her and said: "You can come to Walter right away, he hasn't finished your Hallconnen yet, Bernadotte's salary should be cut for that * grumble *, but he has other weapons for you, which you should use for the time being . "Ceras got up, thanked Integra and ran into the great hall, where she met Walter. Together they went to the basement, where the Hellsing family's house butler had his little "workshop". On the way there he quickly explained to Ceras what Mr. Bernadotte had done to her beloved Hallconnen and was not exactly thrilled that HE had to straighten it out again. When he arrived in the little room, Walter took a small suitcase from under the table and placed it on the one just mentioned. "So Ceras, this time it's not firearms, but ..." Slowly, painfully, he opened the case and came to light ... "Swords." He concluded the sentence.Ceras fell out of breath and eyed her suspiciously. They were very beautiful pieces, the blades were made entirely of silver, with curved handles, which were lavishly decorated. She couldn't get over the feeling that she had seen these swords before. But where? "But Walter, I can't handle swords at all. Can't you give me any other weapon?" "I'm sorry, Ceras. It was an order from Alucard and the mistress. I myself have no idea why THESE valuable pieces of all things should be, but here you go! "Reluctantly she took Ceras in her hand, since the handle was made of fine wood and was only decorated with gold instead of silver, she could hold it without any problems. A familiar feeling flowed through her. Her hand seemed to move on its own, she was so used to handling weapons, but she couldn't remember where she had learned something like that. "The way it looks, I don't have to show you how to handle it anymore, Ceras.", said Walter and left the room, leaving a surprised Ceras behind.
Her fingers slid along the guns carefully and in admiration. "Don't touch the blade with your bare fingers, Miss Policewoman!" Ceras winced when her master's voice reached her ear. A warm breeze told her that her master was standing right behind her. He gently took the weapons from her and looked at her: "Wonderful ... Real handcraft from 1449. They come from a small village in Transylvania and were consecrated in its church - so be careful - they are even more dangerous than Anderson's bayonet swords . "
Ceras grinned: "But master! You are worried about me ?! - I would not have thought that now!" "You see that wrong, policewoman! - I'm worried that you are too careless again and that this one Valuable weapons fall into Ishariot's hands! "Ceras took a deep breath - she turned on her heel and ran into her room, but not without giving Alucard a resounding slap in the face.(jaaaaa - Ceras Go Go Go)
She looked at her mistress rather confused. She just smiled at her and said: "You can come to Walter right away, he hasn't finished your Hallconnen yet, Bernadotte's salary should be cut for that * grumble *, but he has other weapons for you, which you should use for the time being . "Ceras got up, thanked Integra and ran into the great hall, where she met Walter. Together they went to the basement, where the Hellsing family's house butler had his little "workshop". On the way there he quickly explained to Ceras what Mr. Bernadotte had done to her beloved Hallconnen and was not exactly thrilled that HE had to straighten it out again. When he arrived in the little room, Walter took a small suitcase from under the table and placed it on the one just mentioned. "So Ceras, this time it's not firearms, but ..." Slowly, painfully, he opened the case and came to light ... "Swords." He concluded the sentence.Ceras fell out of breath and eyed her suspiciously. They were very beautiful pieces, the blades were made entirely of silver, with curved handles, which were lavishly decorated. She couldn't get over the feeling that she had seen these swords before. But where? "But Walter, I can't handle swords at all. Can't you give me any other weapon?" "I'm sorry, Ceras. It was an order from Alucard and the mistress. I myself have no idea why THESE valuable pieces of all things should be, but here you go! "Reluctantly she took Ceras in her hand, since the handle was made of fine wood and was only decorated with gold instead of silver, she could hold it without any problems. A familiar feeling flowed through her. Her hand seemed to move on its own, she was so used to handling weapons, but she couldn't remember where she had learned something like that. "The way it looks, I don't have to show you how to handle it anymore, Ceras.", said Walter and left the room, leaving a surprised Ceras behind.
Her fingers slid along the guns carefully and in admiration. "Don't touch the blade with your bare fingers, Miss Policewoman!" Ceras winced when her master's voice reached her ear. A warm breeze told her that her master was standing right behind her. He gently took the weapons from her and looked at her: "Wonderful ... Real handcraft from 1449. They come from a small village in Transylvania and were consecrated in its church - so be careful - they are even more dangerous than Anderson's bayonet swords . "
Ceras grinned: "But master! You are worried about me ?! - I would not have thought that now!" "You see that wrong, policewoman! - I'm worried that you are too careless again and that this one Valuable weapons fall into Ishariot's hands! "Ceras took a deep breath - she turned on her heel and ran into her room, but not without giving Alucard a resounding slap in the face.(jaaaaa - Ceras Go Go Go)