Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing stood silent in the area she'd been told to meet her competitor of sorts. A duel, they had said they wanted, wasn't it? It was still the dead of night, yes, but she was eager to get this over with; the thrill of battle thrummed through her very veins. Outwardly, she was calm and collected, stoic as usual, but
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