Crossover Anime: How a Shameless Person Lives

"You saw that look in his eyes, Doctor?"

On the airship, apart from the already dead vampires, this was the largest gathering they had ever had.

It seems the fat major is planning something big.

"A very... insane gaze," the doctor commented, now wearing strange glasses again. "And there's a strange kind of attraction to it."

Those eyes clearly held a madness that could destroy everything, yet they also drew people in, as if they were being sucked into some kind of giant vortex.

The fat major leaned back in his chair, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest.

"That's not enough. His conviction isn't strong enough, or rather... what's holding him back?"

Looking at the girl next to Mercury, the fat major uttered a term from a shonen manga.

牵绊

It is usually the reason why the protagonist is willing to stop, the shackles of depravity, the bottom line that they are unwilling to completely destroy.

Or perhaps it's the driving force behind "explosive growth".

"What do you think about us giving him that thing that's still in the incubator to increase the so-called 'bond'?" The fat major's smile widened as he seemed to have thought of something.

"You mean... the experiment codenamed Swallowtail?" The doctor frowned and whispered in the major's ear, "Excuse me for being blunt, isn't our target Alucard? There's absolutely no need to pay too much attention to him; just treat him as a combat asset."

"You still don't understand, Doctor." Schrödinger appeared between the two of them at some point, finishing the rest of what the fat major was saying for him.

"Did you see Mercury's power? I risked my life to film that, meow~"

"Get to the point." The doctor lifted Schrödinger up and dragged him to a corner.

Their actions have already attracted attention, and the Doctor doesn't want his plan to kill Alucard to be leaked.

Schrödinger was dragged here without resistance, hidden in a corner.

Faced with the hurried doctor, he/she simply tilted his/her head, his/her cat ears twitched slightly, and the innocent yet eerie smile still lingered on his/her lips.

"You should know where our abilities came from, right?"

Schrödinger's words made the doctor fall into deep thought.

Of course he knew where Schrödinger's abilities came from, as well as the Magic Bullet Wink, and the Tuba Cain who died in Brazil, and so on.

With a few exceptions, their abilities were all taken from a demon.

Schrödinger's Cat, Illusion Making, Tracking Magic Bullets, Playing Cards, etc.

That was a demon summoned from a place called Hell, whose destination was unknown, when the Third Reich was about to lose the war in its later stages.

And at a terrible cost, its body was dismembered for secret research.

"So, what did you think of Mercury's abilities at first glance, meow~"

The doctor was stunned.

……

"Gentlemen, I love war."

Meanwhile, the fat major, having already identified the vampire king's weakness, decided to eliminate this threat first.

He began to sing with soul to his subordinates below.

"Gentlemen, I love war!"

"I like annihilation warfare, I like blitzkrieg, I like strike warfare, I like defensive warfare, I like encirclement warfare, I like breakthrough warfare, I like retreat warfare, I like mopping-up warfare, I like withdrawal warfare..."

He spoke faster and faster, his words becoming more and more urgent, his glasses reflecting light so that one could not see his eyes.

"I love all kinds of warfare that take place on Earth—on plains, streets, trenches, grasslands, tundra, deserts, oceans, in the air, flatlands, wetlands—I love it all!"

A deathly silence fell over the entire airship, and everyone's eyes became feverish.

Human beings are inherently driven by a desire for violence.

War is the best outlet for venting frustration.

The fat major's soulful performance continues.

"Gentlemen, I look forward to war, I look forward to a war like hell."

"My comrades, what are you hoping for, my comrades who follow me? Do you yearn for a new war? A war like excrement? Or a war like a storm?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the vampires below raised their right hands in a frenzy.

"war!"

"war!"

"war!!!"

……

night.

"Are you the Queen of Great Britain? Or perhaps the Empress?"

Having already arranged his return journey, Mercury eventually arrived at the Queen of Great Britain's castle.

I also brought Tomie and Sylvie along.

It's really worrying to see the two of them alone together.

"Just call me Windsor. Don't you Japanese call each other by our names when you're close?" Victoria Windsor sat at the dining table, smiling gently. Her wrinkled face looked kind.

"Neons? Who knows what country my parents are from?" Mercury thought.

"Old woman, even a queen of a country, becomes ugly as she grows old." At this moment, Tomie's refusal to grow old reached its peak.

"Wow, amazing." Sylvie's eyes sparkled as she glanced over the lavish meal on the table.

She remembered her father saying that if she was short of money, she could skip paying the bill.

No, no, it means that when someone invites you to dinner, you should never refuse to get something for free.

Because she has money now.

Sylvie touched the bank card in her pocket; it was the 500,000 yen given to her by the strange uncle who kept calling her "Dad, Holy Son."

"Please sit down, this is just a private meeting."

Victoria Windsor raised her hand in greeting.

"Old man, get to the point, and settle your appearance fee." Mercury pulled out a chair and sat down, while gesturing for Sylvie to sit next to him.

Tomie, with undisguised disgust, swept her gaze over the aged face, her contempt almost overflowing.

Beauty was everything to her, and aging was uglier than any monster in her eyes.

Apart from the former dean.

Sylvie stared intently at the exquisite dishes on the table, not daring to touch her knife and fork, but she still firmly remembered Mercury's principle of "never refusing freebies".

"Don't worry, the reward has been prepared, as well as compensation for Ms. Tomie's fright," the Queen said with a gentle smile.

They tacitly avoided mentioning that Hellsing had already paid them.

Since that little girl Indra and Mercury have fallen out, these things can be used to mend the rift in their relationship.

"That would be best." Mercury forked up a piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth, then quickly forked up several other dishes.

The taste was indeed good, but what's with the dish "Looking Up at the Stars" on the plate?

It's causing a huge drop in sanity.

"I invited you here today only to apologize on behalf of Intgra, that ignorant child."

"..."

silence.

None of the three people present answered her question.

Mercury was busy stuffing himself and didn't pay much attention to the old woman.

Tomie gracefully took out her phone, intending to take a picture, but her face darkened the moment she saw the wallpaper.

Sylvie didn't say anything at all and kept putting food on Mercury's plate.

Windsor looked at the strange silence before her, and the kind smile on her face froze for a moment, but she still maintained her royal composure.

He lightly tapped his fingertips on the smooth tabletop, breaking the awkward silence.

"It seems that Intura has really offended you all."

She sighed softly, her gaze sweeping over Mercury, who was wolfing down his food, Tomie, whose face was so gloomy it could drip water, and the little girl who was engrossed in serving food to Mercury without even looking up. Her tone carried a hint of helplessness.

"Hellsing is now besieged on all sides. Accardo is being targeted by the Papacy, and the remnants of the Third Reich are closing in. I don't want to watch my own people fight amongst themselves at this time."

"Cough cough cough cough!" Mercury swallowed the food in his mouth, picked up his water glass and took a big gulp. "Our own people? What a lame joke. I'm full, I should go."

After saying that, he stood up, took a dessert, and handed it to Sylvie.

At least it can fill our stomachs.

As for Integula?

Come on, if he were really angry, this guy wouldn't be alive.

"etc."

The Queen's voice was no longer gentle; it now carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Old woman!" Mercury turned around abruptly, the floor beneath his feet eroded into fine salt, forming a slender little hand that pressed against the Queen's forehead.

"Never mess with the King of Salt!"

……

"Phew~"

The spacious restaurant was empty, with only the Queen sitting in the main seat.

The chill from the salt grains pressed against my forehead still lingered on my skin.

A moment later, the heavy oak door was violently kicked open.

A balding, disheveled-looking staff member in a suit stumbled in, pale-faced, his voice trembling with fear, disregarding all decorum.

"Your Majesty, something's wrong!"

"Speak." Her tone was calm, as if the threat from before had not been taken to heart at all.

"Our only carrier strike group has been hijacked by vampires! They're now changing course, heading for London! Expected arrival in two hours!"

Queen:"!!!"