The night guards switched shifts with the day guards at the front gates of the Hellsing estate. Dying rays of the setting sun bathed the mansion in a red-violet glow. As the natural lights dimmed, electric lights came to life one by one ...
"balucard/b calmet," he murmured. "the baron de commercy." he was not cowed by her title; the wedding ring on her left hand said that she had likely not been born to such a high bestate/b. and yet, that ring was also something to wonder at. ...
