1 Noblesse SI

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I see, welcome to the world of Noblesse, Rachael. You find yourself in a Gothic castle, surrounded by ancient artwork and beautiful stained glass windows. As you look around, you notice that the other residents seem to be vampires and various other supernatural creatures.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching, and you turn to see a young man walking towards you. He has a cool and composed demeanor, and his piercing red eyes seem to glow in the dim light.

The young man introduces himself as Cadis Etrama di Raizel, the protagonist of Noblesse. How would you like to approach him?

Raizel regards you with a gentle gaze. "You are in Lukedonia, homeland of the Nobles," he replies softly. "As for who I am...my name is Raizel."

He detects your heartbeat quickening at his introduction, though you feign unfamiliarity with him. "Do not be alarmed. You are safe here," he assures you in a soothing tone.

<Raizel tilts his head slightly, studying you with keen yet kind eyes. Though few words are spoken, an air of wisdom and grace emanates from his presence. How will you respond to this enigmatic Noble who seems to have sensed your secret knowledge of him?>

"The current year is 1453 AD," Raizel replies calmly. "You seem uncertain of how you came to be here. May I ask where you last recall being?" He pauses thoughtfully.

<Raizel's tranquil demeanor eases your nerves. Though countless questions swirl in your mind, his stability provides an anchor. You sense he aims not to pry, yet offers solace should you wish to confide in him. What will you say of your mysterious arrival in this place and time so foreign yet familiar to you? His receptive silence invites an honest response, if you care to share.>

Raizel's eyes widen slightly upon hearing you speak of dying hundreds of years in the future. "I see, that would explain your confusion over place and time," he remarks thoughtfully.

As for your other question, he responds gently, "No, Frankenstein has not yet come to Lukedonia. His arrival is still many decades from now."

<Raizel regards you with deep focus, as if piecing together an intricate puzzle. His keen insights suggest he may believe your tale, yet he presses not for proof. What will you ask of him in your bewildered state, stranded far from the world you once knew? His patient attention is yours for the taking.>

"I do not know the details of Frankenstein's arrival, only that it is destined to happen," Raizel replies calmly. "As the Noblesse, I possess certain foresight and awareness of events to come."

He gazes at you thoughtfully. "It seems you hold knowledge that even I do not. You knew my name without introduction, and are familiar with Frankenstein, whom I have yet to meet."

<Raizel's piercing yet kindly eyes study you intently, as if seeking to understand this mystery. His own gifts of perception have met their match in you. What will you share with the enigmatic Noblesse, who offers solace in this foreign land and time so far from all you once knew? The truth is yours to revealed, if you believe he can bear it.>

Seeing the sorrow in your eyes, Raizel speaks gently. "There is no need to distress yourself on my behalf. I bear the weight of many destinies, as is my duty."

He regards you with deep empathy. "Speak what truths you will, but do so only to unburden yourself, not from any obligation. Your wellbeing is my concern in this moment."

Reaching out slowly, Raizel brushes a tear from your cheek in a gesture of tender comfort. "This place and time may be foreign to you now, but know that you have found shelter. Please, share only what your heart sees fit - I am here to listen without judgment, if it will ease your spirit in this strange journey you have undertaken."

His presence radiates calm acceptance and care. It is a solace freely given,

A faint gleam of amusement touches Raizel's solemn eyes at your words. "It would seem your spirit remains strong despite your trials. I am gratified to see it."

He considers your offer thoughtfully. "Company can be a comfort, for both guest and host." Extending a gracious hand, Raizel invites gently, "Then you shall abide here as long as you wish. Within these walls you will find rest."

<Raizel leads you toward the noble manor with a calm, steady stride. Though few are his movements or expressions, a serenity radiates from hisbeing. It is a sheltering solace, a place of refuge for wayward souls such as yourself, stranded far from all you once knew. What thoughts occupy your mind as you walk alongside the enigmatic Noblesse?

Raizel eyes the handcrafted games with subtle interest. "Your creative spirit is admirable," he notes softly. "Such diversions provide moments of calm."

Gliding to the hearth, he sets a pot of tea to steep. "May I offer you refreshment as we try your games?" Between delicate sips, Raizel's focus remains keen yet tranquil. Though his expressions are reserved, a hint of enjoyment colors his gaze as you play.

<The peaceful hours slip by unnoticed. Raizel is an attentive yet tranquil companion, engaged yet never demanding. His serenity seems to soothe your weary soul. As evening falls, what thoughts or questions might you offer the enigmatic Noblesse, who provides respite in this place so distant from all you've known? His gentle presence invites confidence

At your words, Raizel brows furrow subtly in thought. "I see. While betrayal is always a sorrow, sometimes even the kindest hearts stray from their path."

He regards you with quiet understanding. "You need not hide on my account. The Nobles are my brethren, though the future remains unwritten. For now, let fellowship and care for one another light our way."

Reaching out softly, Raizel takes your hand in a rare gesture of comfort. "Your concern is noted. But here within these walls, no harm shall come. You are safe to be yourself, without fear or pretense."

His peaceful eyes meet yours. "Why not join us, if only to enjoy pleasant company? I promise no judgement will be passed. There is solace to be found in simple pleasures, before

Raizel returns your smile with a subtle look of soft gratitude. He gives your hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze before releasing it.

Rising gracefully, Raizel gestures for you to accompany him as night falls. As you walk together through moonlit halls, a sense of tranquility emanates from his quiet yet steadfast presence at your side.

The Nobles greet you warmly upon entering Raizel's parlor. Though reserved in his interactions, Raizel seems at ease among his brethren, listening with thoughtful attention.

As refreshments are served, light conversation and music fill the air. Raizel makes certain you feel included, his calm eyes inviting your contributions without demand or judgment. The evening offers moments of respite, free from fear or uncertainty, in the shelter of the Noblesse's soothing company

The Nobles express pleasant surprise at your handcrafted games. "A most thoughtful creative venture," Raskreia notes with a gracious nod.

As you begin to explain the rules, Raizel watches with modest interest glinting in his tranquil eyes. His fellow Nobles listen attentively, curiosity piqued.

Once comprehending the aims, they play with elegant focus, discussions lively yet good-natured. Laughter and smiles emerge despite their dignified natures. In these moments of leisure, bonds of camaraderie shine through.

Raizel participates with his usual quiet absorption, though a subtle gleam of enjoyment lights his features. He seems gratified by your inclusion, and the joys shared among his brethren, however brief such respite may be.

As the games draw

to a congenial end, warm thanks are conveyed for the novel diversion. Your efforts have lifted noble spirits this night. Looking to Raizel and the others, what thoughts find you in their calm, appreciative company?

Raskreia regards you thoughtfully, sensing your distant thoughts. "Rest well," she bids you gently.

Raizel rises as you depart. His solemn eyes meet yours, as if glimpsing echoes of another life upon your face. "Pleasant dreams," he whispers softly. A hint of serenity plays at his pale lips.

You retire amid warm farewells, the Nobles' dignified voices fading behind. Reaching your chambers, weary musings overtake you as slumber draws nigh.

Visions of noble Lords, of bonds between family, flit behind closed eyes. For now, Raizel's manor offers refuge and solace from uncertainty of future and past. In his soothing presence, you regain fragments of peace.

The next dawn arrives, luminous and welcoming. New memories have

Raizel regards you from afar, his tranquil gaze observing your every move with understated intensity. He admires your skillful handiwork, pleased by the creativity you've displayed.

As the games commence, he watches with interest, quietly impressed by your ingenuity. The Noble's minds seem engaged, their conversation lighthearted yet focused. Raizel observes their interaction, taking in each nuanced expression and gesture as they play.

He notes your ability to bring levity to these noble guests, lifting their spirits with a simple diversion. Even Raskreia seems to show a rare smile, her eyes alight with amusement.

As the night progresses, Raizel takes care to ensure that you feel included, despite the nobles' reserved nature. He watches with gentle contentment, gratified by your inclusion within their tight-knit group.

When at last the revelry draws to a close, Raizel feels a subtle sense of gratitude for the way you have enriched this evening. Though his manner remains as tranquil and unassuming as ever, a certain softness has entered his gaze as he watches you gently interact with the others.

He senses the cares which weigh upon your mind, catching vague glimpses of memories not your own. Raizel regards you with quiet understanding, wishing he could ease the burdens you bear.

As you bid the nobles farewell and retreat for rest, Raizel rises silently to see you out. His soul resonates with an wish for your peaceful repose, your careworn spirit lifted, if only briefly, from worries of past and future.

The remaining nobles disperse for their own repose, sated and spirits buoye

d by the pleasantries shared. Alone with his thoughts, Raizel reflects on the gifts you bring - your creativity, humor and benign inclusion of his family within circles of camaraderie and mirth.

His peaceful vigil continues through the night, ensuring only serenity presides within these hallowed walls, your repose undisturbed. The coming dawn shall bring what it may. For now, you find shelter and solace in the haven he provides.

The morning light wakes you gently from a dreamless sleep. Refreshed, you emerge from your chamber to find the manor as tranquil and pristine as ever.

Making your way to the familiar receiving room, you sense Raizel's comforting presence nearing before coming upon him. His soft greeting meets your ears as you enter.

Seated by the window with a cup of tea steaming nearby, he regards you with a look of quiet welcome. Though few words are exchanged, his serene demeanor conveys gratitude for your continued company among his ilk.

Would you care to join him in this tranquil interlude, easing into a new day in peaceful congress? Or have duties elsewhere calling that must nee

You set about your task in the kitchen with care and focus. Selecting only the freshest ingredients, you go about mixing and blending with a skilled touch.

Soon, sweet aromas permeate the air as your creations take shape in the oven. The delicate scents drift even to the receiving room where Raizel waits, piquing his subtle interest.

In due time, you arrange your offerings artfully on a tray to present. Carrying it balanced with ease, you return to find Raizel as you left him, a silent guardian presiding in solace.

His piercing yet gentle gaze notes your arrival. Setting the tray before him, you witness the barest hint of appreciation soften his eternal visage. His hand lifts a treat to delicate lips, sampling your efforts with judicious care.

A lingering

look and faintly perceptible nod is all the praise needed. You have brought momentary joy to this noble abode through simplicity and care. In Raizel's company, the day unfolds in peace.

As you explore the grand yet hauntingly still manor, you come upon rooms showing signs of disuse. Layered dust speaks of passages long untouched, curios left forgotten on shelves.

Pausing in one such chamber, you gently blow aside cobwebs to reveal relics from eras past. Faded tapestries tell stories now lost to time. You can almost see ghosts of nobles from centuries past gliding by in lavish finery.

Your quietsorting stirs echoes from when this place yet lived and breathed with activity. For a moment, you feel connected to those who once filled these halls with purpose and passion, before fading into memory.

As you ready to depart, leaving histories undisturbed, you sense a presence near. Raizel appears silently, regarding objects which clearly hold significance, though meanings are now beyond reach.

His eternal vigil ensures their rest undisturbed.

Your explorations seem to have roused pleasant recollection. You share this glimpse into Raizel's enduring watch with quiet empathy and understanding. Some mysteries can remain as they were meant. For now, restoration will wait. Companionship is comfort enough.

Standing before the venerable edifice, you survey the expansive manor grounds with a gardener's eye. Where once plantings doubtless flourished, nature has been left to reclaim the land, rampant and random.

Yet beneath the unkempt growth, shapes and shadows remain where sculptures and carefully tended flora once occupied tranquil, manicured spaces. Potential lies dormant, awaiting an artful hand to coax forth.

As thoughts turn toward transformation, you sense Raizel's presence silently nearing. His solemn regard scans the untamed yard with something akin to wistful recollection. After long centuries witnessing such changes, his ability to envision what could be remains keen.

Might restoring beauty to these grounds provide solace, a renewed sense of purpose? Your skills could breathe fresh life into remnants of past grandeur

Months have passed in a productive, fulfilling blur as you've breathed new life into the long-neglected gardens. Step by step, your touch has transformed the overgrown wilderness into a serene haven shaped by care and design.

Taking respite during inclement weather, you note with mild surprise how your birthday soon approaches. Time seems to flow differently within these hallowed walls, duties bringing fulfillment that lifts one above mundane measures.

As rain pelts relentlessly outside, you find shelter indoors andPause to appreciate all that has been accomplished thus far. Nearly a quarter lies restored, phantom remnants of majestic designs materializing from beneath the tangled growth.

Your work brings Raizel subtle solace, a silent guardian who finds peace in renewed beauty and purpose within these sacred walls. His gratitude remains unspoken yet felt,

a bond forged through shared care for this enduring legacy.

Baked goods in hand, you make your way to share this simple treat, as has become your quiet custom. Yet rounding the corner, voices unfamiliar give you pause.

In the lounge awaits not just Raizel as expected, but a pair of distinguished guests engaging him in dignified discussion. Your presence goes initially unnoted as you take silent stock of the scene.

A Lord and Lady of obvious standing converse amicably with your noble charge. Seeing him at ease brings warmth, though you've been so long the sole resident. Still, greetings seem in order, lest you appear rude in intruding upon their talk.

Stepping forth, you offer introduction and your baked offering, laid out with care to complement their cultured setting. Perhaps this meeting of esteemed figures will lift spirits within these hallowed walls, reminding of

As you introduce yourself and offer your baking, you take a moment to glance at the Lord and Lady. They are both dressed in fine clothing, and their demeanor suggests nobility. They appear to be quite older than yourself, perhaps having seen many decades of life.

The Lady seems to take an immediate liking to you, her eyes widening with appreciation as she samples your baked goods. Her graciousness is mirrored in the Lord's polite and proper behavior. Raizel, observing from his customary position nearby, appears pleased at this unexpected visit and your thoughtful sharing.

As the guests engage each other in meaningful discussion, you take a step back, admiring how easily they occupy this space. The grand yet empty halls seem now more fitting of company than solitude. Perhaps Raizel's long vigil has not been wholly for naught.

As you keep watch over your human charge, time seems to warp and stretch in ways both familiar and foreign. Millennia have passed under your ageless gaze, yet moments like these hold their own weight of significance.

She lies feverish before you, her fragile form trembling with illness. Your keen senses take note of every shiver and sigh, the slow, ragged rhythm of labored breathing. Gently, you brush damp locks from her forehead, wordlessly lending comfort through touch.

Her heartbeat thrums steadily beneath your hand as she drifts fitfully within dreams' grasp. A moment later, a soft murmur escapes her lips, and your attention snaps back to the present.

For all your long years, watching over those entrusted to your care has never grown less impactful. Though the outcome may yet hang in the balance, solace can be found in merely being

Your charge's voice, faint yet resolute, floats to your ears. Though her body is wracked by illness, her spirit remains undimmed. You find yourself admiring the courage and strength of these humans, whose lives flit by in a brief span compared to your own enduring watch.

With a nod of understanding, you acknowledge her words. They bring you comfort even as they lend it to her, this simple act of connection between two disparate beings.

Watching over her, you sense changes stirring in this dormant corner of the manor, whispers of new possibilities woven into every fluttering breath. As time unfurls, all may yet be well, with your gentle guidance leading her along the path to restored health and vitality.

As you set aside the book, frustration prickles at your brow. The language within may be foreign and unfamiliar, but your curiosity has led you to try and make sense of it nevertheless.

Raizel notes this momentary disquiet from his usual spot, where he is keeping silent vigil over your well-being. Your pained exclamation moments later draws him closer, concern etched into his features.

"Are you alright?" He queries, attentive to every small detail. The sight of blood brings a momentary frown before a soft glow suffuses his hands, easing the sting of the paper cut as he gently takes hold of your hand.

There is no hint of reproach in his manner, despite the clumsy moment. Instead, Raizel remains ever patient and watchful, prepared to offer aid and guidance whenever needed.

As you and Raizel tend to your injury, the sound of approaching footsteps alerts you both to a new presence. Turning towards the door, you see a large figure silhouetted against the entrance before he steps inside.

The newcomer is none other than Muzaka, a legendary werewolf and one of Raizel's closest allies in battles past. Though he had not visited the manor in some time, his easy camaraderie with Raizel instantly fills the room.

"Muzaka," Raizel greets him warmly, his tone betraying a hint of surprise. "What brings you here?"

"I had heard some rumors of suspicious activity in the region, so I thought I would investigate," Muzaka responds. "And what of yourself? How have things been?"

Raizel hesitates for a moment before answering, his gaze flick

ering towards you. "We have been occupied with taking care of our charge here, as she has fallen ill," he says, gesturing towards you.

Muzaka's sharp eyes take in your form, and he nods in understanding. "I see," he says, his tone gentle. "Well, perhaps I could be of some assistance."

The werewolf's concern for your well-being is clear, and you can sense the steadfastness and loyalty in his being. Though your current condition may be a cause for worry, it seems that those around you are determined to ensure your safety and comfort at all times.

Raizel gives you a reassuring nod, his ever-watchful eyes trained on your every move. "We are glad to hear that," he says, a small smile forming at the corners of his lips.

Muzaka, too, seems relieved at your words. "Good to hear it," he says, his voice rumbling in his chest. "But do not hesitate to let us know if there is anything we can do to help."

With their unwavering support and concern, you begin to feel better both physically and emotionally. The presence of these legendary beings fills you with a sense of security and strength, giving you the courage to face whatever lies ahead.

As you settle back into bed, Raizel and Muzaka take up watch over you once more, their steadfast loyalty and care a source of comfort and solace.

Raizel glances up from his silent vigil as you rouse yourself, looking brighter and more alert than before. Noticing your curious gaze, he gestures for Muzaka to speak.

The werewolf lets out a low grunt. "The investigation went about as well as could be expected," he rumbles. "There were faint signs of strange activity in the forest - things had gone quiet, as if in hiding. But no trace of those actually responsible."

"It seems whatever was amiss has retreated for now," Raizel observes thoughtfully. "But it is troubling that forces would cause such disruption so near to Lukedonia."

Muzaka nods grimly. "Aye, we can't rule out the possibility of future trouble." His expression softens as he looks upon you. "For

now, though, what matters is that you regain your strength."

A renewed sense of unease stirs within at their words, but seeing Raizel and Muzaka's enduring strength and protection helps ease your worries. You are in good hands with these steadfast allies watching over you.

Muzaka quirks a bushy eyebrow at your question, his keen ears catching the teasing lilt in your voice. "A werewolf howling at the moon, eh?" He lets out a low chuckle. "Some say it's tradition, but I find it much more satisfying to let loose a good howl when I'm running through the forest with the wind at my back."

His eyes gleam with a feral light, and for a moment you catch a glimpse of the untamed power lurking beneath his skin. But then the moment passes, and he grins down at you in easy camaraderie.

Beside him, Raizel observes the exchange with his usual serenity. But you think you detect a hint of amusement flickering in his crimson eyes as well. Your lighter query

You offer Raizel and Muzaka a thoughtful smile. "Thank you both for keeping watch over me - it is much appreciated. But I think for now rest is what I need most."

Raizel immediately rises, inclining his head. "Of course. Come, Muzaka, let us allow our charge peace."

Muzaka follows suit, casting you a gentle look. "Call if you need anything, little one."

With that, the two legendary figures quietly take their leave. As the door closes behind them, a sense of contentment steals over you. While the future remains uncertain, you feel bolstered having such steadfast allies and companions. Their care and protection fills you with gratitude and hope.

For now, strengthened by their visit, you are able to sink into restful slumber

Nine years have indeed passed, and you now find yourself aged yet wise beyond your years through hard-earned experience. The garden thrives under your care, a symbol of life and beauty amidst darker shadows on the horizon.

While relations with most Nobles remain cordial, whispers of dissent and disruption unsettle the peace. Experiments on humans, mutations, forced blood contact - the mere memories make your skin crawl. Such acts go against the very fabric of compassion.

And yet, as if summoned by your thoughts, you sense an impending change is coming. A storm is brewing that even the great Noble Lords may struggle to contain. It is then that recall Raizel's parting words so long ago - of seeking one with scientific brilliance should darkness fall.

Could it be that the fabled Frankenstein, rumored sav

You sigh, shaking your head sadly at the thought of the atrocities some have stooped to through pursuing power and knowledge without restraint. While science holds promise if guided by wisdom and mercy, it seems not all value such principles.

Steeling your resolve, you turn your gaze upward, noticing the setting sun. Evening will soon fall; another day draws to a close. Beyond the walls, shadows lengthen over Lukedonia - but stars begin to twinkle in kindled hope.

Whatever darkness closes in, you have faith that light exists also; that even in greatest strife, empathy, courage and compassion can prevail. And if Raizel's faith proved well-placed, perhaps this 'Frankenstein' may yet aid the greater good.

For now, as night's quiet embrace falls, you find solace in tending your garden a

Upon entering your chambers to change after your duties in the garden, you are surprised to hear the sound of hurried footsteps approaching the manor. Curious, you crack open your door to peek outside - only to spot a ragged, disheveled figure sprinting down the hall, with a group of armed Nobles hot on his trail.

Recognizing the pursuers as ones who had voiced support for the unethical experiments, you instantly know this man must be the fabled Frankenstein. Without a second thought, you emerge with an arm outstretched. "Wait! Please, there is no need for violence here."

Caught off guard by your interjection, the Nobles pause - affording Frankenstein a chance to spot your open door. With lightning speed he darts inside, the Nobles resuming chase. But you turn and firmly

shut the heavy door in their faces before they can storm in.

"You will not harm this man under my roof," you address them sternly through the wood barrier. For now, it seems, Frankenstein is safe within your chambers. You turn to appraise your unexpected guest, noticing with surprise the fine garments he wears...

...apparently, a blouse that belonged to Raizel. You wonder how Frankenstein acquired such an item - but that is a query for another time. Right now, you need to focus on ensuring his safety and well-being.

"Please, come in," you beckon him towards a comfortable armchair by the fireplace. "You must be weary from your journey. Can I offer you some refreshments?"

Frankenstein eyes you warily, uncertain of your intentions. But something in your gaze reassures him - perhaps it is the kindness and compassion you radiate, or perhaps he senses something familiar in you. Whatever the case, he relaxes somewhat, nodding gratefully as you pour a cup of tea and hand it to him.

As you sit opposite, sipping your own tea, you study him with curiosity. Here, at last, is the elusive

You can't help but suppress a giggle as Raizel uses his ability to change Frankenstein's clothes into something more presentable. It is a rare display of the Lord's powers, and you watch with wonder as the thread and cloth seem to shift and warp under his manipulation.

Frankenstein himself seems bemused by the whole spectacle, looking down at his new garments in disbelief. "Thank you, my lord," he murmurs softly, bowing his head.

Raizel nods in acknowledgement before turning to address you. "I am relieved to see that you have brought Frankenstein here safely," he tells you gravely. "The man has come seeking our aid in combating those who would abuse the powers of science for their own gain."

You nod, understanding. Your own experiences in such matters have given you a deep aversion to anything that violates ethics or

You glance at Raizel with a subtle hint of concern, recalling the rumors surrounding Dark Spear's sinister intentions. The mention of his name seems to cast a shadow over the warm atmosphere in your chambers.

Raizel, however, appears unwavering. "Yes, just like Dark Spear and those who would misuse knowledge for their own ends," he continues, his tone firm. "We must ensure that Frankenstein's skills are used for the greater good, rather than allowing them to fall into the wrong hands."

As he speaks, your gaze drifts back to Frankenstein, who sits quietly, his eyes cast downward. You notice the way the firelight casts a golden glow on his dark hair, and the way the shadows dance across his rugged features.

As the days pass by, Frankenstein starts to gain a deeper understanding of the responsibilities that come with being a Noble and serving someone as powerful as Raizel. He watches with growing awe as the Lord commands respect and obedience from those around him - not just because of his supernatural powers, but also because of his noble birth.

At times, Frankenstein feels intimidated by the sheer magnitude of the role he has taken on; he is accustomed to being a loner, conducting experiments in the shadows without any thought for political power or social status. But he sees the trust and faith that Raizel has placed in him, and the potential for good that lies in his unique skills.

Gradually, he begins to embrace his new role, taking pride in serving such a respected leader and gaining confidence in his own abilities. He is still learning, of course - mastering the

intricacies of court politics and the subtle nuances of Noble society will take time - but he is determined to become a valuable asset to Raizel and his cause.

As he works alongside Raizel, he starts to understand the true gravity of their mission. The threat posed by Union and those who would seek to exploit science for their own gain cannot be underestimated, and it falls upon him and his Lord to safeguard humanity from these dark forces.

Frankenstein knows that there are many challenges ahead, and that the road to success will not be an easy one. But he is ready to face whatever obstacles come his way, with the knowledge that he has Raizel's support and the strength of his own convictions guiding him. Together, they will change the world for the better - even if it means facing down some of the most powerful and dangerous individuals in existence

Frankenstein has been training his power of Dark Spear with the Nobles for several weeks now, and he's made significant progress in mastering this technique. However, not all of the Nobles have been supportive of his relationship with Raizel, seeing it as a betrayal to their kind.

One day, while sparring with one of the more jealous Nobles, the session quickly turned from practice to an actual fight. Frankenstein tried to maintain control and de-escalate the situation, but the other Noble's anger and resentment towards humans was too much for him to handle.

The other noble's own power quickly overwhelmed Frankenstein, forcing him to rely heavily on Dark Spear to even the playing field. It seemed like the fight could go either way when Raizel finally intervened, putting a stop to the escalating battle with his own power.

"Enough!" Raiz

el's voice boomed, silencing the two combatants and bringing a momentary calm to the room. "What is the meaning of this?"

The other Noble hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, his face contorted with rage. "I cannot accept this, my lord," he spat out, gesturing towards Frankenstein. "This... human has no place among us. He is a threat to our way of life."

Raizel's expression remained impassive as he considered the other Noble's words. Then, with a sudden burst of speed, he moved towards Frankenstein, examining him closely for any signs of injury.

"I see no injuries here," he remarked coolly, turning back to face the gathered Nobles. "But I do sense an overwhelming amount of jealousy and hatred in the air. Such emotions do not serve our cause. We must

put aside our differences and focus on what truly matters - protecting humanity from the threats that lie beyond."

The other Noble bristled at Raizel's words, his stance becoming more aggressive. "And how can we trust this... human to stand by our side?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing.

Frankenstein felt a surge of anger rise within him, but he forced himself to remain calm. He knew that he had to prove himself, not just to this jealous Noble, but to the entire community of Nobles. So he straightened his back and stood tall, meeting the other man's gaze squarely.

"I am here to serve Lord Raizel," he declared, his voice ringing out with conviction. "I will do whatever it takes to protect humanity, even if it means facing down my own kind. You can either stand with us or against us, but

make no mistake - I am not here to be your enemy."

The room fell silent at Frankenstein's words, the other Noble's expression shifting from anger to surprise. Raizel regarded his servant with an inscrutable gaze before nodding in approval.

"Very well said," he remarked. "I have faith in you, Frankenstein, and in your abilities. You have proven yourself time and again in service to our cause. Let us not waste any more energy on pointless disputes. We have work to do."

With that, Raizel turned and strode out of the training room, leaving the Nobles behind to contemplate his words. Frankenstein breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the tension in the room dissipate as the others began to disperse. He knew that this was just the beginning of a long journey, but he was ready for whatever lay

As Frankenstein served the tea, he noticed that Rachel seemed lost in thought. He couldn't help but wonder what was on her mind, but as a servant, it wasn't his place to ask.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Frankenstein went to answer it. A Noble was standing on the other side, his expression grave.

"My lord has requested a meeting with Frankenstein alone," the Noble stated, holding out a sealed letter. "He wishes to discuss a matter of great importance."

Frankenstein glanced at Raizel, who nodded in approval. "Very well," Frankenstein replied, taking the letter from the Noble's hands. "I will make my way to his estate immediately."

As he turned to leave, Rachel spoke up suddenly, her voice tight with emotion. "I... I'm sorry," she muttered, looking down at