Gerard slowly opens his eyes only for him to hear footsteps.

  He sees a vigilante, a non-registered one it seems, entering the palace.

  Gerard runs to her and takes out his katana, pointing it at her neck. “Greetings, fairly masked maiden. I am here to stop thee!!!”

  “Fuck off…” said the assassin, who high kicks Gerard, causing him to slam into the wall. She tries striking him but Gerard dodges with incredible speed, but the assassin kicks so quickly that she manages to dislocate his knee.

  “FUCK!!!” roared Gerard. “BLOODY… GOV’NA!!! Who are ya?”

  “Robin… Quiver…”

  Gerard turns his bones into wind, relocating his bones in pain by adjusting his knee joint into his socket.

  Gerard strikes her, but Robin is just as quick, if not, faster than Gerard. She slices at him and Gerard sword fights with her. “If ye were a man, I be finding a joke about this!”

  Robin grabs him by the neck and strangles him. “Oh… How quaint…” she smirked.

  “Uncool, mate…“ said Gerard, before he kicks her away.

  Gerard and Robin both phase into each other, causing both to have lips quivering and both blushing uncontrollably from their individual yet similar attacks.

  “Tch-...” said Robin.

  “Ahem…” Gerard fixed his throat. “That was…”

  “WOW!!!” she screamed, before covering her mouth, blushing.

  “Uh… If you’re free after this… would you like to go to dinner…?”

  Robin sighs. “Alright, mate… After I kill your master.”

  Gerard blocks her blade and pins her down. “Blimey, your eyes are pretty…”

  “Get off me… YA HANDSOME… WANKER!!!” roared Robin.

  “You’re under arrest… Fair maiden.” Gerard places the Anti-Usog Cuffs on her, as she flirtatiously kept her face close to his.

  “You’re lucky you’re blonde…” she growled.

  Gerard laughs and ushers her away.

  “So… About that dinner… Instead of me getting arrested…” she smirked, as he smirked back.

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  Two weeks later…

  “I’m sorry… You DATED my ASSASSIN!?” asked Miguel, currently having both his arms bandaged for some reason. He’s on his desk, bouncing his leg while Jedan, Chris, and Gabrielle are currently in the room with him for the meeting.

  “Excuse you, but Robin Quiver is quite a refined gentlewoman!” yelled Gerard.

  “FROM MONOPOLIA!??!”

  “Her eyes sparkled…” said Gerard.

  “Mhm!” smiled Robin.

  Jed smiles and laughs out loud, causing Miguel to be annoyed and slowly tilt and turn to him.

  “Sorry,‘ said Jed.

  “What are Unter’s plans, Ms. Quiver?”

  “I dunno,” said Robin.

  “BULLSHIT!!!” roared Miguel. “Jedan! Slam the table for me!”

  Jedan does so, opening his palms and smacking that table like his boyfriend’s butt.

  “GOD-... DAMN IT ROBIN!!! YOU CAN’T JUST WALTZ IN HERE AND FUCK MY OWN ALLIES!!!” Miguel turns to Jed, seeing that he’s still slamming the table. “Jed. Dude. That’s enough.”

  Jed stops, bowing his head and placing his hands behind his back. “Sorry, pookie.”

  “It’s cool, papa bear,” said Miguel.

  “Yes, but I’m in love!” yelled Gerard. “Just look at her!” he smiled.

  “Who does your loyalty belong to?” asked Miguel, steepling his fingers over his nostrils. “Monopolia or Gerard?”

  “Evening it out…” said Robin.

  “YEAH!!! SHE’S BLOODY EVENING IT OUT, YA WANKER!!!” roared Gerard, who snuggles with her. “Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

  “Fuck…” sighed Miguel. “Gerard. She is a Monopolian Assassin… CLEARLY meant to kill me! SHE IS UNTER’S UNDERLING!!! An UNTERling…!!!”

  “And the divide makes me love her even more…”

  “Bloody fuck yes…” said Robin, as the pair make out.

  “This could be good…” said the Reaper, who entered Miguel’s office with his arms crossed. “We could use their relationship to ease tension…”

  “Huh… Yeah… If we arrange a marriage for these two, that might actually be a marriage… Huh! Not so bad of a thought, Reapz…” smiled Miguel. “Alright… So be it. I declare this as a Wedding of Valor.”

  “How long have you been together?” asked Gabrielle, blinking once or twice or thrice the more.

  “2 weeks,” said Robin.

  Gabrielle facepalms, as the slap was heard across the room/

  Jed chuckles with Chris, but Miguel’s eye twitches.

  “Sorry pookie,” said Chris.

  “Do you WANT me to give you overtime?”

  Meanwhile…

  America Ninjaheim’s cape is swallowed by the wind, each second pulling the cape like it was dragged by flowing water along with the terrifying blizzard.

  “Hey! If it ain’t Morningstar’s Lackey!?” asked the Dog Man guard, snarling and sniffing him. “The King will surely find this… amusing…”

  “Easy. I’m here for official business… Morningstar was a… mere ploy to something greater… My rule… Now, I’m here to warn the King.”

  “Welcome once more to Akteon…” said the guard. “Hopefully, Lord Unter wouldn’t call you a fool…”

  “Grandfather!” roared America, charging into the palace’s doors.

  Unter is seen tending to the flowers with a spade in his hand and a watering can in the other. ”Would you like some tea, my son? Let us celebrate your pardon.”

  America slaps the teacup off his hands.

  Unter looms before America, flexing his hairy, muscular chest.

  “Father… This is serious. Guy Ninjaheim-...”

  “‘This’ Guy Ninjaheim. Respect your honorifics, my son.”

  “WHATEVER!!! Grandfather…” said America, as a strange robotic tank emerges from the shadows meanwhile across the continent. “He has returned…”

  The tank-like robot begins to glow red eyes, revealing the black spiral mark as its logo.

  “Who?” asked Bluford.

  “Guy… Ninjaheim…” said America, as the tank shrieks.

  “My Enemy. My Enemy. MY… ENEMY!!! ENEMY DETECTED!!!” yelled the tank, as a horrific scream could be heard as the tank blasts someone away. “Enemy Neutralized!” he yelled monotonously.

  “Now he’s just called…” said America. “Eradicator.”

  Eradicator, the Tank, has its “eye”, a camera on its head, glimmering anew. “Eradication determined. Enemy neutralized. Honk, honk, honk, honk…”