Hellsing's Diary

Time passed quickly, that's how Alia felt. She was being hugged by an accompanying priest of Maxwell, and not far from him was Integu, the seat of the Hellsing agency wearing a formal skirt and a slanted hat. La Hrusin, even the thin black gauze couldn't stop her sharp eyes after the pain, and her aura was vaguely more oppressive.

For Maxwell who was late, the head of the family was obviously extremely dissatisfied. There was a lot of verbal confrontation between the two groups of tit-for-tat people, and the atmosphere was frozen to the extreme, especially after the two aces both appeared on the stage.

"Hi—Japanese tourists, please go this way—" The sweaty female policewoman acted as a tour guide, and the chattering voices of the old men and women cleared up the chilling atmosphere!

The two people who held weapons in both hands and pointed at each other fell silent.

"Don't fight, don't fight."

"There's no fighting atmosphere anymore."

Akado smiled indifferently, his scarlet eyes swept across Maxwell's group of people, and his gaze stayed on the priest whose body was covered, "Little monster?"

Arya: "..."

Maxwell raised his eyebrows and said, "Ace really deserves its reputation. Now that you have discovered it..." He turned his head to signal the priest to come forward. The latter put a silver cross on his forehead and was blessed by holy water. Alia, who was tied with a magic rope like a silkworm and had a Bible glued to her mouth and shoulders, took it out of her coat...

It's unscientific!How can there be such a large capacity coat!

"Here you are." Maxwell handed Aliya over with both hands with a smile on his face, and Akado was about to reach out to take it, but Integula had already hugged Aliya in his arms one step earlier.

"Why did you make her like this?" I didn't expect there to be such perverted people in Lesson [-]!

The uncomfortable Class [-] members who were stared at by Integula's eyes were collectively silent for a few seconds. I don't know if it was an illusion. Akado seemed to see them lose their color for a moment and turn into black and white. .

"This is from His Holiness the Pope himself...cough. All the information you want is here!"

Maxwell raised his hand to conceal the cold sweat on his forehead, and after handing the suitcase to Integra, the thirteenth class hurriedly caught up with Anderson, as if fleeing from something terrible.

He remembered the day Alia was summoned by the Pope, and he sent her into the temple with the little white devil on his head [under the pain of having her hair almost pulled off], and not long after she left, he heard the Pope's voice Roaring, Alia, who was bundled into a worm, was thrown out, and rolled a few times on the ground...

"Maxwell, return her to the Church of England! Give her the materials they asked for! Don't let her go!"

"Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!" A certain worm writhed on the ground angrily, until Maxwell lifted her up...

I don't know what she did to His Majesty the Pope... He wondered curiously, leaving everyone in Hellsing with their backs fading away.

Mr. Watt, who has been serving as the background board, silently took Aliya over and untied her.

The bible on her mouth was torn off in a flash, and Aliya couldn't wait to growl: "Damn [beep--]! Bastard! Let me see you again, you must [beep--] your [beep--] "

resounded through the sky.

The series of muffled sounds made the corners of their mouths twitch subtly. Mr. Watt stroked her furry head and said, "Okay, you have been liberated, poor lady."

Aliya turned her head back with a grimace, crawled out of the untied pile of ropes, stretched out her claws in Watt's arms and grabbed Integula's sleeve, pitifully, she began to act cute: "Boss, hug……"

I have to say that Aliya still looks like a cute loli when she is not dying, and she is extremely lethal to female creatures. Integula glanced at her and hugged her into her arms.

"Meow~"

Aliya nestled happily in the chief's arms, rubbed against a certain place a few times without any trace, Akado stared at her, as if he was going to jump over and bite her to death in the next moment black face.

Silas got rid of the old men and old ladies, ran towards them, slowed down beside Mr. Watt, and walked outside with the two in front. She held back for a long time, and finally couldn't help whispering to the housekeeper Said: "Such a scene is really harmonious! If you don't look at Miss Alia's pupil color, it's like a family of three..."

housekeeper:"……"

The vampire with sensitive ears: "..." Suddenly, I feel that a certain one is not so obtrusive. .

In the strange silence, everyone got into the car and soon arrived at the headquarters of Hellsing. The place was much empty, and many faces that were familiar before were replaced by unfamiliar ones. bloody smell.

Aliya became quiet, lying in Integula's arms and did not make any more mischief. A group of people passed through the corridor quietly, and her soft voice came out with a little nasal sound:

"sorry."

"..."

"If I'm careful not to be caught, those people won't die."

"...No, it's not your fault." Integula answered her quietly: "This is my responsibility as a leader." She raised her hand to touch Alia's head, and the warmth came through her. The gloves still conveyed it, and Aliya stopped talking, just staring at a certain point in the nothingness in the air, the quietness was a bit unlike her.

That's weird, isn't it normal for dead people?How many deaths have you witnessed over thousands of years?Glorious, humiliating, great, insignificant... No, that is not a testimony, but her own experience.

She has performed all kinds of joys, sorrows, life and death in the world by herself. No matter how real the plot is, it cannot touch her heart. In fact, this is the first time she has seen the death of [other people], and it is another [individual] that is real. With their demise, they will never appear again, because they are all [the one and only].

Can you really treat all of this as a game like in the beginning?Alicia's mind went blank.

The author has something to say: I always feel that the funny style of painting can't be reversed.

A lot of foreshadowing was buried before (who can see it!), some settings are about to surface [Smoke

Opened a refueling package and the author is back... Participating in the post bar activity earned [-] phone bills hehehe

Don't laugh at poor authors...