Solus smiled, knowing that Erika would not lead him astray. Both witches would be competing jealously with one another until the time they finally discovered that the book was simply in their minds all along. The real book was on his real person, instead of the illusion that was visible to the Witches. An indomninatable defense, as even the most powerful of attacks was useless if it did not hit it's target.
Arriving at the scene of the battle, Solus discovered Bernkastle to be in the midst of a heated battle with another being of great power. While they weren't quite God-level, each was quite powerful, and it would be quite a pain to have to deal with both of these opponents. "My dears, is this fighting really necessary?" Solus decided to distract the witch from the fight first, so the other being would no longer have reason to attack. "Bernkastle, I'm starting a Witch Collection. I've already got Beatrice and Erika, and I think it's time you joined."
Mia looked up from her torture, witnessing the small furry creatures. Another might have been confused by their furry, soft exteriors. However, Mia was capable of seeing Souls, and theirs were blacker than coal. Hissing, she extended claws of Black Blood from her fingertips, turning to the newcomers. Soft, furry exteriors were easy to cut into, after all. "My toy. Not your toy." Two Assistants portaled in behind the group, ready to slaughter them if they were to interfere with Mia's work.
The Assistants were former victims, driven beyond hope, beyond compassion, beyond human thinking. They did what their mitress ordered them to do, because their minds were empty of all sentient thought, having shut itself down to end the pain. Each was equipped with a long nanotube ceramic syringe-like blade one each hand, capable of injecting a variety of poisonous substances into an opponent to incapacitate or kill. Each was also equipped with a stealth pack that muffled sound they made and made them harder to see, blurring their form. The ultimate assassins, merciless and swift.
Having made her demand and placed her countermeasures, Mia returns to her attention to her victim. She of course recognized the gleam of madness, but lacked her father's ability to magnify it directly. She would have made her into a project. She would slice her and then heal her, pull every part of pain she could from her. She would capture Weiss's friends, and give them the same treatment before her eyes. She would let Weiss escape briefly, only to recapture her. A taste of freedom, maddeningly close, only to return to Mia's special Hell. And eventually, when mind, body and soul had been broken, Mia would turn her into an Assistant.
However, a lack of time presented itself before Mia, preventing her from continuing this train of thought. Her father's plan required a certain section of time, and she would hate to mess it up just because of pointless musing. As such, she made Weiss stand up, controlling the Black Blood within her body, and gently kissed her toy on the forehead with the same creepy affection she had demonstrated earlier. "Don't worry. Shush. You'll get your revenge soon enough." With this, Mia opened Weiss's mouth, and dropped in a small machine. Then the two march into the forest.
Stein quickly looked over Inigo's body and soul. While Stein might forget some things, he never forgot a soul. And while this soul was not one of the ones that bore the scars of his blade, he recognized it. Micheal. And yet, there was a palpable difference. A different body, for one, and apparently a different set of memories. Had it been the real Micheal standing before him, Stein would already be choking on the man's sword. "No, I'm quite sure we have not met. My name is Stein. Pleased to meet you." He would need to be wary for this 'Inigo', as someone who knew him would ruin his plan. Those he had faced before knew better than to allow him into their midst.
As there was nothing more to be done for the matter of Micheal, Stein returned to his plan. Hopefully, this unexpected twist would not disturb it all too greatly. If he managed to pull this off, Inigo would no longer be a threat, and he would have an entire group of slaves at his disposal. "Hmm... that description..... that sounds like Kuro from my world. Does he like to sleep a lot as well?" No doubt this statement would confuse the group, and confusion was exactly what Stein needed right now.
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