Very few people were in this gloomy tavern bar. A barkeep stands behind the counter as a few rough looking men stay seated behind the bar. Several other people were in booths and tables but were very quiet and didn't speak to anyone at all. The atmosphere of this tavern was dark and gloomy, as if someone just told them about some grave news they did not want to hear at all. At the back end of the tavern was a man sitting alone at a table staring into his drink, it was Connerey, the sleepless tyrant. He stares into his drink with an exhausted look on his face, extremely dark bags under his eyes, and the slow glowing marks that protruded out of the neck wound that Roth placed on him. His finger rapidly taps the table impatiently as if he's waiting for something to happen to him.

The door at the entrance of the tavern slowly opens as a bell hanging from the top chimes. The barkeep looks over to see who came in but looks away disinterested knowing who came in his establishment. That distinctive green hair and curly twin tails, with a missing limb was Ophelia. She scans the room around until she finally sees her brother Connery. Her face gave a soft kind yet worried smile. She walks up to her brother and slowly takes a seat beside him as they both sat in silence for a moment. Ophelia was the first to finally break the awkward silence.

"I see you're finally getting a break huh? That's good to see."

He continues to stare at his drink and says nothing.

"Umm... how are you holding up? Is there anything I can do to help you? Just say it and I'll gladly help with anything you need."

He still says nothing, only the quick continuous taping sound of his finger was the only thing that was coming from him. Ophelia continues, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Dante and Dalek are out busy running some errands, I just finished mine not too long ago. So we have a chance to hang out properly now, just like before."

He still says nothing, only continuing his taping. Ophelia's eyes became glossy with tears but restrained herself. She leans next to him resting her head on his shoulders. Her voice cracks a little but tries to speak properly and comfort him.

"I... I'm sorry I failed you brother... I did my best. I really tried to do my best...honest. Please don't be mad at me... I really tried everything to be the best that I can... I-"

His taping suddenly stops and leans his head against hers gently. Ophelia's eyes widen as she slowly turns her head to look at him. He continues to stare at his drink but manages to speak with a low and tiresome voice.

" I could never be mad at you Ophelia. You haven't done anything wrong to me. You're my little sister after all; I'll do anything to protect you. So don't worry about disappointing me, you could never disappoint me."

Her lips quiver as she was about to burst into tears but held back keeping her composure. She places her missing hand onto the table next to Connery's hand. Connery slowly lifted his hand and gently places it onto her stump, holding it gently as if he was holding her hand. This soothed Ophelia as she closed her eyes and smiled softly. The door behind them suddenly bursts wide open as a very loud and excited Frida came barging through the door.

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"No need to fret everyone! Your favorite cute and cuddly princess has arrived!"

The few people that were in the tavern quickly perked up and started to sweat with dread in their eyes. The only person that was unphased by her outburst was the barkeep. She happily struts inside as the barkeep bows slowly as she passes by.

"Well, at least someone here as good manners hehe. Here, get yourself something nice snookums~."

She places a small pouch full of gold coins on the counter as the barkeep humbly accepts her gift. Ophelia quickly sat upright as she was slightly shaking in her chair. Frida spots the two as she squees in delight and giggles her way towards them.

"Well, if it isn't my two good friends! What a small world bumping into this tavern coincidentally hehe!"

The two of them said nothing, only staring down at the table in front of them.

"Awww c'mon don't be such a sourpuss. Ophelia, you still need to lighten up. After all, look at this stumpy looking stick of flesh you have! Just because you're missing a piece is no excuse to have a long face all the time! I mean just look at this thing! All deformed and gashed out! It's no wonder boys haven't talk to you at all hahaha!"

Frida said as she forcefully grabs her missing limb exposing the scar and bumps on the stump of her arm. She continues to shake her arm in front of Ophelia's face trying to make her look at her stump, continuing to make rude and derogatory remarks while laughing simultaneously. Ophelia slightly looks away trying not cry in front of Frida. Frida then turns towards Connery as his fist was clenched and shaking.

"Oh my oh my! What's gotten into you my little lapdog? Is there something you want to say? Go on! Tell me! I'm listening!"

She places her hand against her ear waiting for Connery to say something, but he doesn't say a word.

" Then if you have nothing to say, wipe that stupid look off your face. You're lucky I'm in a good mood today my little doggy."

A soft thud can be heard as the fluffy pink sleeves of her sweater hits the back of his head.

"Speaking of me being in a good mood, this should also apply to you my little doggy. That brat that ended your life is possible no more now, isn't that great!"

Connery's eyes widen in shock and anger.

"I thought it would be me that would get the chance... you promised me I would be the one that would end that little cretin's life!"

" I said if there was a chance I will let you have it. Don't forget you failed your duty as a high council member and fell to a boy playing pretend hero."

She leans in closer with a more sinister and suspenseful tone in her voice.

" May I also remind you that if it wasn't for me, you would still be rotting in the ground as of today, or did you forget? Without me you are nothing but a rotting husk. So be grateful you're still even alive at this point. If it was up to me, I would have just let you all rot in those cell cages and you in the ground for the maggots to feast on."

Connery looks away as he grits his teeth in anger. Ophelia looks at him with extreme worry, not knowing what Frida has in plan for them.

"Lucky for you, I have a gut feeling that it still wasn't enough to end that red cape boy's life."

Connery looks at Frida with a twitch in his eye.

"What makes you say that... lady Frida?"

"Because our lord has called upon you specifically for something. He has a special assignment for you that I think you would love my little puppy."

Connery's eyes widen in shock as he slowly looks up at the mask of Frida. Although he couldn't see her face, he could definitely see the slow evil chuckle she was giving off under that creepy smiling mask of hers.