“Return to me,” Alucard called to his fairy familiar. She quickly obliged, fluttering back and taking a seat on his shoulder, steadying herself by grabbing onto a fold of his cloak’s fabric.
With a few paces forward, the dhampir at last approached X for the first time since their encounter. Wearing a stern look, the man scanned X’s revealed features - he seemed human enough.
X proved to be intelligent, having been able to draw conclusions about his vampiric bloodline. However, this talk of travelling back in time was something beyond Alucard’s comprehension. There were a lot of strange things about this individual. If nothing else, the blonde knew that he didn’t belong here; and he was right in assuming it would be unwise to leave without escort.
“It is quite a distance away, but I will lead you there.”
He walked straight past X without a word more, expecting him to follow suit. Alucard intended to take him to the warp room nearest to the Outer Wall of the castle. From there, they would warp to the Castle Keep, and proceed some distance until they reach the Royal Chapel. There is a room beyond a long pathway obscured with spikes - Alucard felt that room would be best, as its large windows could let the daylight in without leaving the confines of the castle, and it is difficult for monsters to reach. X would be safest there.
After putting his helmet back, X could notice the influence of the supernatural on the castle - the warp room was quite the marvel, very similar to capsule-based two-point teleporters, but with a grand keyhole design instead of a purely utilitarian pod.
The way to the room was less grueling than he expected - lots of platforms everywhere, with very few wall climbing areas compared to his typical mission locales. He suppressed the urge to dash-jump over them sometimes, afraid the castle could somewhat change before his eyes if he strictly didn’t follow Alucard’s guidance. Everything was possible with magic, X thought.
The spiked antechamber made X afraid of dying, though. He did manage to go through it by his old trick of jumping and almost reaching the floor, then air-dashing. It reminded him of sending a written thank-you to Alia, his navigator and scientist friend, to upgrading his default armor boots to native air-dashing.
As he reached the sunlit room, he looked at the woods from one of the windows. Dark, sweeping forest; a blue, probably clean lake, and buildings from a small village interrupting a tiny bit of the forest. Everything was very, very different from the typical landscape of metallic ruins, domed cities, the occasional cyborg tree and machine carcasses of X’s time. Even the overcast weather was stunning - no, no, what was that term correlated with literary Romanticism? Oh yes, sublime - to X, with the assurance it only would pour rain and lightning instead of debris and acid.
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