-Jeannes PoV-
Jeanne hung up the phone and placed it on its receiver, massaging her forehead with her fingers as she felt the stress of going through the process of shutting down the houses utilities weigh on her. She glanced to her right at the notepad with what was left and took some comfort that of the tasks left she was over halfway done.
It had been almost a month since the end of the 4th Grail War and so far it had been anything but easy. After she had gotten Micheal back to the house she had laid him in bed to rest. In the time since she had barely seen him move and he spent most of his time asleep with the only thing keeping her anxiety at bay was that she was able to wake him up to eat and he was able to use the bathroom on his own.
She once again felt that sense of all enveloping guilt as she had that same damn thought she hadn't been able to get rid of because it was the only thing that made sense to her.
That she had somehow broken his circuits and ruined any chance he might have had at a mage's life when she had made her wish to bring him back.
To say nothing of how he was now unable to see.
He kept telling her that he had to sacrifice his magic circuits and his sight on top of something else he wasn't telling her to not only purify the grail but also come back from performing a Miracle. She didn't have the knowledge of how to check his body for anything else that might be wrong or the time to even learn given that she was the only one who was able to get everything with the house turned off before they left to go back to France.
Which led her to her next worry that had kept her up at night:
How Amelia would react to Micheals condition after Jeanne had told her she'd bring him back except now she was bringing back a son who was a cripple and also could never be a magus again.
She sighed and pulled her hand off her forehead to pick up the list to once again read what she had left to do. A lot of what was left was more Moonlit World stuff like the bounded fields, wards, and everything else which meant that she had to either wake Micheal to have him walk her through it or-
She frowned.
"Or nothing. I have no idea how to even dispel normal magic crap let alone the Lafaires specialized stuff."
She muttered to herself as she turned away from the desk with the landline and walked to Micheals room. She glanced at the clock noticing it was a little after noon and reconsidered, pivoting as she reached the main hallway to go into the kitchen to get something for him to eat. She went to the fridge and pulled out some of the leftovers from the night before when she had made chicken alfredo.
"If nothing else he seemed to like it…."
She said quietly to herself as she put it in the microwave to reheat. As she waited for it to finish she tried to find anything else she could do to avoid being left alone with her thoughts. Finding nothing she leaned back against the counter instead doing what she found she always did when this happened.
She focused on her grail core that she had gotten from Micheals Wish. She had already scanned it as much as she could and figured out that her Saint self was right in that at its current rate of supply it would last her just over 11 years. Assuming the past three weeks of output compared to what was left was any proof however getting into combat or using mana would decrease the time left. She closed her eyes as she felt the mana from her grail core steadily wash through her like the tide going in and out.
"I wonder if this is the closest I'll ever get to feeling my own heartbeat…" She mused outloud as the microwave dinged and she quickly moved the meal onto a plate. She grabbed a glass to fill with water along with silverware, placed a straw into the filled glass, and began to walk to Micheals bedroom doing her best to ignore her guilt. She got to the door and hesitated before-
"Jeanne? You can come in."
She blinked in surprise.
Since the war was over there wasn't any master-servant bond connecting them as far as she was aware which suited her just fine given her state of mind but it also meant they couldn't sense where the other was.
How did he know I was there...
"Alright…"
She said uncertainly as she nudged the sliding door open with her foot and froze in the doorway. Micheal was sitting cross legged on the bed while at the same time he was enveloped in energy that flowed up his body in a gradient of blackish-red to silver-white. His eyes were closed as usual but Jeanne slowly moved to set the plate and glass down on the dresser in order to move closer to where he was sitting. She reached out to touch the energy but hesitated,
"What- How-"
Micheal turned his head to look at her and he smiled at her in that way she loved and hated for how it made her feel,
"I can still channel holy and hell energies it seems. Still can't do anything about my eyes but… Its something."
Jeanne frowned at this,
"I know that… I told you what that third energy was after your mom left but… I still can't advise using it. It… Its not an energy someone like you should be using."
"Because its from Hell or because its powered by perceived 'sins' according to what you told me?"
"Both? Look Micheal just-"
The energy snapped out of existence with a small pop as Micheal breathed out slowly and sniffed the air as his stomach growled causing her to remember she had brought him food. She went to go get it off the dresser and gave it to him, making sure to guide his hands to the cutlery.
"Its the left over chicken alfredo I made last night. I'm not sure how it is reheated but-"
She paused as Micheal got some onto his fork and ate it humming happily,
"Its just as great as it was last night. I'm…. sorry I'm so useless right now." He said frowning down at the food he still couldn't see, "I should be helping you with taking all of this stuff down or at least turning it all off in addition to getting everything packed up to leave."
"Its… been doable. At least for the normal stuff like the power, gas, and water. I don't know if I can or even should mess with any of the Moonlit world stuff to say nothing about anything set up with Lafaire magecraft." She said shaking her head.
Micheal grinned at that which made her pause as it looked eerily similar to how she grinned when her battle lust was at its high,
"Oh just leave that to me. I'll need you to guide me to the spot but we can still take care of it."
At first she felt relief followed closely by concern,
"But- How are you going to be able to help do that when…." She trailed off as he chuckled and arched an eyebrow,
"I don't have circuits anymore which means that for all intents and purposes I should not have the ability to contain mana. Yet I still have a small trickle of the stuff coming in from somewhere."
Jeanne blinked and stared at him,
"I don't believe you."
"You can sense mana around you still right? Can you sense any mana from me right now?
"I can still sense mana yes but I don't see-"
"Try. For me."
She sighed and glared at his knowing smile before sitting on the bed beside him and closing her eyes. She expanded her mana sense seeing herself at first and then-
".….How."
She focused on Micheal and sensed the mana he had within him. Compared to what he had before it was barely a drop but the fact remained he still was able to contain mana.
"I don't know." He said simply, "What I can tell is that its not me producing it. Its flowing into me somehow. As for where from… your guess is as good as mine."
He went back to his food as Jeanne pulled a leg up to her chest. She rested her chin on her knee and thought about it for a few seconds before swearing and looking at him,
"As soon as we get back to the Lafaire house I'm having Amelia look at every inch of you."
Micheal paused eating and seemed to hesitate,
"About that. Did the Church rep come by yet? Given how the war ended its surprising that no one has yet."
Jeanne hummed a bit before responding,
"I know that the Mages association is going to send someone, we got a letter stating as much, but I don't know about the Church. Why?"
Micheal was silent for a few seconds,
"You still have the mystic code I made you to disguise yourself as a cursed human right?"
She nodded as her hand automatically went to the gem hanging above her chest. She winced a bit remembering that he couldn't see her as he ate another bite of the food,
"Yes. Since the war ended I've never taken it off on the random chance anyone from the Clocktower or the Church drops by. Why?"
Micheal finished chewing his food and sipped some of his water before answering,
"Because we need to keep the fact you're a servant very fucking quiet not even mentioning the fact you're an Avenger class servant. Servants are just too powerful for anybody, normal human or magus, to deal with. Even a relatively weak Servant would still be powerful enough to level a country and you are anything but weak. Even moreso now that you have a holy grail powering you."
She hummed an agreement with this as she frowned and drummed her fingers on the bed,
"So…. Do we go with the 'Jeanne De Ruilly' persona I had or come up with a new one?"
Micheal went silent for a few seconds at this, long enough for her to turn her head to look at him to see he was thinking given the furrowing of his brow,
"We need to operate on the assumption that either or both parties know that I won the grail war and had my wish granted…. Which means we need to come up with a make believe servant who also had their wish granted but still vanished while at the same time preventing them from placing you anywhere near the civic center."
He blew out his cheeks and smiled mirthlessly at her,
"At least one thing is certain: The Church at least will want to set up a date and time to interview me on what the hell happened. As for the Clocktower…"
"Should we ask Amelia?"
Jeanne asked only for Micheal to shake his head,
"She's probably in the middle of hunting for Zouken right now and I can't make any call untraceable with my mana capacity as it is right now. The Clocktower will probably send someone and you won't like them."
She scoffed,
"I don't like a lot of people. Why would I not like whoever the Clocktower sends?"
"Because odds are they'll be a 'typical magus'. I trust I don't need to explain why that would be a problem."
She frowned realizing the truth of that. They fell silent for a bit before Micheal cleared his throat causing her to glance at him out of the corner of her eye,
"Did Amelia or I ever tell you how my dad died?"
That got her attention. She turned to look at him properly,
"This was… before you entered your coma right?"
He nodded and blew out his cheeks,
"The Lafaires constant enemy since the family started has always been the Church. My dad, Jarod Lafaire, died protecting me from them when they tried to kidnap me when I was three."
Jeanne sucked in a breath and stared at Micheal who just shrugged,
"The reason behind the kidnapping attempt on me we've never been able to place, my mom posits that its because of my saint origin but the reason why the conflict started to begin with is more….uncertain. There are a few versions of the family history that describe how it happened but they all start from a singular incident….."
He trailed off for dramatic effect causing her to roll her eyes and lightly smack his leg getting a chuckle out of him before he continued,
"A Saint was born to the Lafaires in the final years of King Charlamagnes rule. Not someone with a Saint origin like me. I mean as in the baby was a Saint from birth. They weren't human."
Her mouth fell open,
"The baby...wasn't human?"
Micheal nodded and seemed to forget about what was left of his meal as he frowned trying to remember the details,
"The uncertainty in the origin of this war lies in who the babies father was. Not in the sense that there was infidelity but more….That there was no obvious father to begin with. The woman was unmarried and according to records from the time she was barren. So of course the church hears about a Saint being born via virgin birth by a woman who was unable to ever have kids and naturally assume that it was the Second Coming of Jesus Christ. This leads us to the second part of the story: What happened to the child."
Jeanne waited as Micheal ate some more food and drank some of his water before continuing,
"There are a bunch of theories as to what happened next. The first, and most popular theory amongst the family heads, is that the child died in the kidnapping attempt along with the kidnappers. The second theory says that the child manifested some sort of power and killed the kidnappers in one spell only to be blown apart in the process."
Jeanne frowned,
"Does… the kid always die at the end of these theories?"
"…..All of them except one."
"So whats the one where they don't die?"
Micheal got quiet for long enough that she wasn't sure he had heard her. Right as she was about to ask again,
"There is a theory that… looking back on something Saber said at the cafe lines up… a little too well a lot of stuff in the Lafaire history. A lot of the family heads disregard it as bullshit since there's no evidence in any child displaying traits of it since then but…"
He said and blew out his cheeks before shaking his head a bit,
"The last, and most unlikely, theory is that the child wasn't a Saint at all. They were a Faerie and the mother… was Morgan le Fay herself while the Father was "France" much in the same way that Morgan was the child of Igraine and "Britain". Also before you ask: No. We were called "Lafaire" long before this child was born so the angle of 'Lafaire' being the anglicized or modern version of 'Le Fay' in support of this theory is dead in the water."
"Well that answers that particular question. My next question then is… why is this last theory considered bullshit as you put it?"
Micheal sighed,
"Because Morgan Le Fay vanished not long after Charlamagne was crowned king in every record of how his rule started. On top of this there has been no evidence in any child since that might possess faerie traits. Based on what little evidence we have of the beings called 'faeries' no one in the Lafaire lineage has ever been born displaying any aspect or trait of them. The other reason why this theory is considered bullshit is because it wouldn't explain why the Lafaires have been at war with the Church for almost 1300 years because why the fuck would the church start a 1300 year war over a kid being born as a Faerie. So its generally written off entirely."
Jeanne frowned as Micheal finished his food,
"...Faeries are just… British Nature Spirits right?"
He groaned,
"Please tell me you aren't putting any stock in that theory to explain anything of whats happened and currently happening to me. The theory is bullshit. There are too many holes in it and it just- It wouldn't make any fucking sense!"
Jeanne arched an eyebrow at Micheals frustration,
"Someones upset. I'm tempted to ask about what but I'll hold off until we're back in France where I can ask Amelia about it."
Micheal said something in response to this that his mother would have beaten him stupid for saying. Her own eyes widened and she gave a low whistle in response as she grabbed his plate and empty glass,
"Wow. And here I thought you were a gentleman."
She teased as she started to leave his room. He glared with his eyes closed in the direction of her movement as Jeanne chuckled and left his room.
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Jeanne adjusted her white blouse as she tucked it into a slate grey ankle length skirt and looked at herself in the mirror for what felt like the hundredth time. She tucked her hair behind her ear and eyed her reflection before she sighed and closed her eyes as she mentally reminded herself that she and Micheal were going to be fine. She opened her eyes and stared at her reflection putting a hand on her hip,
"Rather I know I'm going to be fine but Micheal…."
She trailed off and shook her head before smacking her cheeks and trying to look more determined than she felt,
"Alright. Time to go meet the Church rep."
She turned around and left her room to walk down the hall to Micheals room where she paused to knock on the door. She heard a muffled 'come in' and opened the door to see him thankfully dressed but in the middle of tying his tie. She paused just inside the door,
"So the Church rep is going to be here in less than half an hour… Are we sure that I set up everything correctly? I just-"
"Is all the damage from the war still invisible to the naked and magically unaided eye?"
"Yes? Just-"
Micheal chuckled and turned to reach for his suit jacket. She quickly walked forward to hand it to him and he thanked her as he put it on,
"I trust you completely and all we did was put an illusion bounded field over the front lawn to make it seem like Rider didn't blow it up. Nothing you couldn't do as shown by the fact that our yard is perfectly fine to the normal person."
She grumbled and glared at him,
"I'm not a mage so maybe some of my witchcraft or my cursed mana or something leaked into the spell that they could pick up on… or something. I don't want to lose this new life I just got."
She lowered her gaze and stared at the floor as Micheal hummed a bit to get her attention,
"Reminder that according to our script you're still Jeanne de Ruilly which means you're still 'cursed' by Fafnir while my servant was Le Maupin who was a Saber whose wish was to 'Fight one more glorious duel' which she got by fighting and killing Artoria. Who's to say that you didn't have some breakthrough during the war that allowed you to use said curse in place of mana and magic circles for magecraft?"
She huffed a single laugh remembering their 'script' and how they were planning to scare the Church rep shitless but shook her head deciding to change the subject,
"So what can we expect from the Church anyway? The Clocktower rep was surprisingly… calm about what happened to you. However, given the scale of what happened I'm assuming that we aren't going to get some basic member from the Clergy since it was a Holy Grail that was cursed."
"No. Given the scale of what happened, in addition to the fact that a 'holy relic' -fake or not- was corrupted by a bunch of Evil Divine curses I'd expect they'd send an Executor at least. If our lucks solid nothing and no one… worse than that."
Jeanne noticed his hesitation and thought back to her original self's memories but frowned seeing that she didn't have anything about these executor people. She opened her mouth to ask what and who they were when the doorbell rang causing her to stiffen and Micheal to let out a long slow breath. He started moving to the door as Jeanne gently grabbed his shoulder and arm in her hands to lead him as he grinned down at her while pausing in the hallway,
"Lets go meet with the Emissary of God shall we?"
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Jeanne stared openly at the girl standing on their front porch. She couldn't have been older than she was by her physical appearance but what really struck Jeanne as abnormal was her hair. It was a brillant vibrant blue while her eyes were a lighter cyan. She was dressed in a church nun habit but her shoes were armored combat boots.
"Er- Hello?"
She ventured unsure of how best to approach this situation. She had been expecting an old man per the script she and Micheal had worked out but she wasn't sure how to work with this. The girl smiled at her and bowed her head briefly,
"This is the Lafaire residence correct? My name is Ciel and I am here to… speak with Micheal Lafaire on behalf of the Church. Is he indisposed?"
Jeanne did her best to not narrow her eyes at the other girl as she stood there in the doorway,
"Micheal is-"
"Oh! My Apologies, Whats your name miss?"
Jeanne blinked a bit as Ciel held out her hand to shake,
"Jeanne de Ruilly or just Jeanne considering that they kicked me out of the family earlier this year. Just to make sure, what are you here to check? If you wanted to just speak with Micheal then a phone call would have worked just fine."
She folded her arms and looked pointedly at Ciels outstretched hand causing her to slowly retract it,
"Here is what you need to know before you speak with Micheal: He won the grail war yes but in the process of winning he lost his sight among other things critical to being a magus. He is still recovering from the war and as the person taking care of him I will not let anyone, not even God, push him too far. Is that understood?"
Ciel looked at her sharply when she invoked the Lords name but Jeanne stared back into her eyes unwavering. Eventually Ciel slowly nodded,
"Then I will be frank as well: While yes I am here to visit with the person who won the war I am also here to ascertain the level of damage the city underwent during the latter stages of the war as well as gauge the character of the Victor. Half the city-"
"Is still burning yes and most of that is still ankle deep in that sludge. We have questions as well regarding the church and its inaction but that can wait. Take off your shoes when you come in and swap to some slippers. Micheal is in his office working. Do not waste his time."
Jeanne turned on her heel and walked back into the house without waiting for Ciel who had been halfway through speaking when she shut her mouth and quickly came inside. Jeanne turned the corner and paused in the darkened hallway briefly making sure that the runes she had drawn with Micheals help on the back of the light switches covers still responded to her mana. The other woman rounded the corner and stiffened seeing Jeanne standing right where the light cut off into darkness.
She extended a finger and conjured a single blackened flame above her fingertip to illuminate the hallway taking some satisfaction in seeing Ciel automatically stiffen as her eyes locked onto it,
"I was born without circuits or the capacity to hold mana," Jeanne explained as she lead the way down the darkened hallway noticing with some relish that Ciel was clearly hesitating in following her, "I was, however, born with the Curse of the Black Dragon Fafnir. In the course of the War I discovered that I was able to utilize this curse much in the same way one utilizes mana although with intent as opposed to magic circles or runes or similar. It manifests in the form of Hellfire such as this-"
She paused and reached for her witchcraft as she turned around to look at Ciel. She felt her witchcraft respond causing her shadow to expand up the walls and take the appearance of a massive Dragons head that was in the middle of the hallway. The Dragons head grinned and she matched it with her own grin as Ciel clutched the cross hanging from her neck while she stared, her eyes flicking from the hellfire, to the shadow dragon, and then to Jeanne's face as she started to visibly sweat,
"As well as the Darkness of the Black Dragon itself. I will repeat myself only the one time: Do not waste Micheal Lafaires time."
-Ciels PoV-
Ciel had seen and done a lot of things. She'd been possessed by a literal bastard of Satan, slaughtered everyone she cared about while being possessed by said bastard, wound up being killed by Arcueid only to not die. Then she was repeatedly dissected, killed, and dissected again by the Church as they tried to figure out her immortality before she had joined them to figure out what the hell was wrong with her. However as she stared at this ashen haired woman who seemed to be able to control outright and literal hellfire in addition to manifesting a Black Dragon in her shadow,
She wondered if she had perhaps gotten off on the wrong foot with the woman. She swallowed nervously,
"Jeanne… De Rui-"
"Just Jeanne. You are French as well non?"
Ciel blinked in surprise,
"Oui, Je- Erm. Yes I am… French but how-"
"Its how you said 'ascertain'. Your English is excellent though."
Jeanne dispelled the hellfire from her finger with a snap while at the same time the lights came on in the hallway. She grinned evilly at her again and motioned for Ciel to follow as she wondered if she was stepping into Hell before she followed the ashen haired woman down the brightly lit hallway.
They eventually stopped in front of a sliding paper door. Ciel wondered if Jeanne was going to knock when a voice came from inside the room telling them to enter. She felt a chill run down her back at the sound of the voice as Jeanne opened the door and walked inside. Inside the room was what appeared at first glance to be a normal office but what really gave her pause was the man sitting in the leather chair behind the desk. His eyes were fully closed but she knew in her gut he could see her as clear as day as she slowly walked up to the desk where the man was writing something onto a sheet of paper,
"Hello? My name-"
The man held up a finger and she stopped talking so quickly she wondered if he had cast a suggestion spell. She quickly checked her own holy wards and took some relief in that they didn't detect anything but she did notice that they seemed to be vibrating in response to the man. The man finished writing and set down the pen as Jeanne moved to a window she hadn't noticed and extended her arm. There was a screech from outside and Ciels mouth fell open as she saw a Falcon fly into the window to land on Jeanne's arm. The other woman walked back to the desk as the man rolled the paper up, sealed it, and held it up for the falcon to clutch in its beak. It gently bit down onto the paper and then Jeanne walked it back to the window where it took off again,
"Sit."
She looked back at the man and while he wasn't looking at her she knew instantly he was talking to her. She moved to one of the chairs and yelped when he tapped a finger on his desk as she sensed something other mana come off of him causing the chair to move forward along the floor on its own with her in it. The chair stopped moving directly in front of the desk and she swallowed nervously as Micheal Lafaire interlaced his fingers and looked at her despite being blind,
"The Church has a lot of nerve showing up here after its complete and utter inaction during the War."
She bristled at this,
"I do not know what the Church branch here did but-"
He cut her off with a glare,
"They did nothing and have continued to do nothing seeing as the overseer was killed and his son was a participant in the Grail War which violates at least fifteen treaties between the Mages Association and the Church itself. Jeanne and myself have been running clean up for a month now without any assistance from the Church. As for the overseers son we still do not know where said son went but Jeanne went to the church to see what happened and took photos of what she saw there."
Almost on que Jeanne pulled several color photos out of a folder that Ciel hadn't seen her retrieve. She tossed the photos onto the desk with something akin to disdain and then motioned for her to pick them up. She reached across the desk and picked them up to look at them as she felt her stomach contort into knots. It was the inside of a church and where the pulpit would have been was instead an ashen pyre. The next photo was of the body of a man who with short blonde hair who was laying, dismembered, in front of the pyre. All his limbs had been severed and arranged into a pentagram with connecting lines made of blood.
The next series of photos were of the remains of a person on the pyre, the damage to the church, and then of the wall behind the pyre where an old man in church robes had been pinned to the gold cross hanging on that same wall by Black Keys crucifying him in the same way Jesus was.
Ciel swallowed and lifted her gaze from the photos,
"I am-"
"You are allowed to keep the photos as evidence and are free to go to the church itself to make sure they are real. Lets get down to the real reason you're here shall we: You're here to do clean up because the church couldn't be bothered to fix the problem as it was happening. On top of this you are here to make sure that I am a "man of character"."
Micheal grinned at her in the same way Jeanne had and Ciel wondered again if she had stepped into hell when she entered the house. She swallowed and firmed her jaw,
"If anyone of ill intent or who is Evil had their wish granted then that would not be good. So yes I am here to… check…."
She trailed off as Micheal began to be enveloped in an energy that she knew intimately well. Her mouth fell open as he was slowly encased in a gradient of blackened red to silvered white light. He let the energy persist for a bit before it vanished with a popping sound. His grin widened,
"I'm sure you know exactly what I just did don't you?"
Ciel swallowed as her nerves tripled,
"You are… a Mage correct?"
"Former Mage given that I lost my circuits and sight when my servant and I won. However I have always been able to utilize Holy and Hell energies alongside my magecraft. I don't know any sacraments or whatever the Hell version of those would be but I'm sure they're not that hard to learn."
Her mind raced as she swallowed her nerves,
"Let me introduce myself properly to you Micheal Lafaire. My name is Ciel, I am a trainee of the Burial Agency, and I would like extend an offer to you."
Micheal quirked an eyebrow but stayed silent which she took as permission to continue. She took a deep breath,
"Someone with that level of control for both Holy and Hell Energies, with no official church training, is singularly unique. I would like to ask you to come back to the Burial Agency with me as a fellow recruit."
"Do you even have the authority to do that?"
Ciel looked at Jeanne who was openly glaring at her. She swallowed nervously,
"I… I am able to initiate the offer at least."
Jeanne glanced at Micheal who seemed to be thinking before he huffed a single laugh,
"No chance in any layer or version of Hell. Maybe you are unaware but the Church and the Lafaires have been at war with each other for almost 1300 years and I am firmly on the side of the Lafaires. Even more so given that while retrieving the relic for my Servant for this war the Church killed my uncle and almost killed me as well. So no, Ms. Burial Agent Trainee, I will not be joining your fucking cult."
Ciel felt her danger sense kick in as Micheal finished and the room was filled with murderous intent from both Micheal and Jeanne. Her hand twitched towards the cross around her neck but managed to stop herself as she felt sweat trickle down her back,
"One final thing before I leave then-"
"Oh good. You're leaving. Can you leave faster?"
Ciel glared at Jeanne who just smirked in response before she focused back on Micheal,
"How was the Grail Cleansed? Given the level of damage and corruption nothing short of a Miracle could have done that and any wish made on it while it was cursed would have been twisted beyond recognition."
She blinked as both of the people opposite her reacted differently. Jeanne seemed to stiffen in place as she looked at Micheal who just seemed to instantly become tired,
"I cleansed it."
Her mouth fell open,
"I… Don't believe you. How are you still here- no. How are you still alive as a human? Nothing short of an actual Saint could have done that."
He grinned at her evilly again,
"And who's to say I'm not a Saint?"
Her mind screeched to a halt as she vaguely remembered one of the books she had read in the burial agency archives. Something about the Church trying to abduct a Saint borne to a famous French Magus family in the 8th Century. She looked back at Micheal Lafaire as she felt her danger sense kick in again. She swallowed nervously,
"I don't have any further questions."
Micheal nodded and leaned back into his chair as for the briefest of moments she could have sworn a blackened halo flickered into existence above his head and then vanished just as quickly. He smirked at her,
"Then you are free to leave. I have reports to write."
Jeanne moved forward as the chair slid back again entirely on its own. Ciel jumped out of the chair and had to prevent herself from running out of the house as Jeanne walked behind her. Eventually they reached the front door where she exchanged her slippers for her boots as the door opened on its own. She quickly walked out of the house and didn't relax until she was several hundred meters away when she glanced back down the street,
"Fucking freaks the both of them..."