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"...I see." Hal responded.

"Well, that's... hm." he mumbled.

"As long as you'll be okay." he said.

He then paused again, and chuckled lightly.

"Guess I can stop trying to find some dirt on Victor." he commented.

"Victor IS dirt now."

Hal nodded.

"I am." he responded.

Lindsay shook his head a little.

"I'm going to step outside for a moment, get my head on straight." he told them, before excusing himself and stepping out the front door, shutting it behind him. Hal watched him do so, before looking at Hollie.

"Will you be ok?" he asked.

"That altercation didn't leave anything permanent or anything did it?" he asked further. "The Attire when worn as a set makes one... frighteningly formidable." he muttered.

"...wow." Lindsay mumbled.

"And it gets faster each time?" he asked.

"They are quite bloodthirsty." Hal confirmed.

"...wow." Lindsay repeated.

"That sums it up." Hal sighed.

"They are horrible, HORRIBLE implements."

"And it can be put away even MORE securely." Hal said.

"Those cursed things have claimed SO many lives." he continued. "And just left others with debilitating states of body." he went on, shaking his head disapprovingly, causing Lindsay to think for a moment.

"So they won't kill if just one is worn?" he asked. "And why not just take them off?" he asked further.

"Simple answer, they won't come off." Hal replied.

"And if just one is put on, it will drain that aspect until it drains the wearer dry." he then added.

Hal snapped his fingers as soon as she finished, and instantly, she felt her shoulder be completely healed. No pain, no stiffness, no soreness, nothing. It was like nothing had even happened to it.

"There we go, all better." Hal said with a smile, before looking at 'Victor'.

"...and geez." he muttered.

"That's... what a way to go." he said further.

"That HAD to have felt awful to go like that..."

Hal paused for a moment, stunned.

"Woah, woah, woah!" he said.

"Let's not be hasty." he told her.

"Those were all just 'maybe's, after all. None of that was serious or for real." he insisted.

"Go ahead and say it, I can definitely get that done." he went on.

Lindsay rolled his eyes.

'Food. One of the ways to very effectively make a man change his mind.' he thought. '...myself included...' he admitted to himself.

Hal crossed his arms across his chest.

"You can try." he said.

"Who knows, maybe I'm just not in the mood to grant wishes." he continued.

"Maybe my mana's a bit off for that." he suggested.

"Maybe someone who had someone else deliberately and abruptly hang up on me, worrying me sick, shouldn't GET an immediate get-out-injury-free-card, hm?" he then added at the end.

"..." Lindsay was silent, not sure what to say her.

'Hoo boy.' he thought.

Before anyone could say anything more, Hal appeared off to the side of them all, and glared at Lindsay.

"Mind telling me WHY you suddenly hung up on me?" he asked pointedly.

"Hm!?" he added.

"I was merely doing what Hollie asked." Lindsay replied defensively, which caused Hal to just sigh. Heavily.

The other two, meanwhile, just excused themselves and disappeared.

"Right." Spence responded.

"The attire will be dealt with, though probably by yourself." he told her.

"There's nothing that can be done about Victor... so we'll return and report this to the proper Council channels." he said further.

"I'm glad you're all right, Lady Remmington." Matt said to her.

"I shudder to think what would have happened had the worst transpired."

"...." Lindsay was silent, before just doing as she said, and hanging up the phone.

"That felt... like disturbing an angered hornet's nest..." he mumbled, making his way to the fridge and checking inside it.

"Yep! Decent amount!" he called to her.

"Well, it seems there's no lasting damage." Spence said to Hollie.

"And it looks like we're down yet another high-ranking Council member." Matt sighed. "...though from what we just saw and what just transpired, we may be better off that way." he then admitted.

Spence nodded in response.

"I do." he replied.

"I'll tend to that as soon as possible." he told her, as Lindsay spoke up.

"Agent Sharp is livid." he told Hollie.

"And unless he's told otherwise RIGHT NOW, he's coming here." he reported, making his way over.

"What should I tell him?" he asked her.

"Oh!" the man exclaimed.

"Matthias. Or... well, Matt for short." he introduced himself. "Matthias Robinson." he then introduced himself more fully.

"And thank you, Ma'am." he added, in relation to the compliment she'd given him.

"So what is the Tyrant's Attire?" the other one asked.

"Not a lot is known, but supposedly each individual piece will grant a considerable boost in ability. One for physical, one for mana." Matt responded. "When worn together, they are said to give one the power to rule over an entire nation by force alone, but each time they are actively used, they exact a hefty toll from the user." he went on.

"...seems it leads to... this." the first one mumbled, looking at Victor's remains.

Lindsay was silent for a moment, before nodding.

"R-right." he said.

He then took out his phone and called Hal, while the two that arrived approached the pile of ashes.

"...the tyrant's attire." one said.

"You know of this stuff?" the other asked.

"Well, I'm trying to get promoted higher up, so I'm learning all I can." the first one admittedly sheepishly.

Lindsay looked at Victor's wrist and waist, before his eyes widened.

"Ah-" he started to say, but didn't get anything more out.

Victor fell forward, his body looking like it was rapidly aging and withering at the same time... until he literally turned into nothing more than a pile of ashes and dust, his clothes and the relics mixed within.

"Holy hell..." he muttered.

"Lady Remmington!" one of the people that had arrived exclaimed.

"Are you all right!?" they asked.