4.2

The principle of what makes undertakers goes unchanged regardless of era that souls gather from or many thousands of portrait departments there is. The light tour was taken in how the young prince shows what he does knows so far about the realm of undertakers.

It been a neat little test of his knowledge and a refresher of how things work for Tricky. She feels they have something in common with the living lad. Het mind under the the impression of once a living human having to trot about the picture gallery and understand the many departments there is. If it was something to do with living, this was the legal process team for everything around a person's life.

"So if you needed a new passport for the crash plane victims to fly in with. This was the department that manufactures complete replica copies, we have some undertakers that spy on the genuine manufacturing of such documents and they use it here." Riddle has to fill in from time to time, but his doing it to test her, "There is some need for these documents in the realms of death gods, Clothus and Demon types. If they have a court system, then we must abide by thier turf law in visiting."

"This is the time that we tend to ask for any documents that you may have." She nods and pose thinking about this. She will have between a few pages of the tomes, somewhere. She has even remembered that sigil of her real would keep records. As all universes with more then 10 realms has a central sigil.

"I have never done this myself before... but here it goes." She poses open hands and takes a steady breath, "Sigil action, open status id." She closed her eyes a moment in sort of waiting for something scary to happen. She slowly opens and sees that nothing happened. She sighs sheepish with rubbing her arm, "Well I guess that makes sense. You just going to have to analyze me." She crossed her arms again at protecting her front,"I guess since being here changed what laws I interact as."

"Right... a oath hunter uses that system." Riddle sighs in having a slight annoyance about this, "I don't even know how you know." He has his partner close and together they did this action. A transparent window that can't be read from her side. It was like holographic onesided crytal that hung the air like many of the painting do. Riddle stares blankly at it a long time. Riddles partner too, posed confused; likely not in a language he knows or that the information provided was abnormal.

"Then you are a cursed object?" The lad tilted at pondering which alters the information they were show, "That sounds complicated."

"According to the sigil panels, your both a dead human spirit which has altered into a husk. But your a gate keeper. This additional content of being such, there isn't exactly any suited law to mark you as a known race of being. The system is unable to interact with what it considers an object." Riddle seems even more negative about her, "Your marked as a criminal too."

"I am a Trickster after all. Cursed bloodline." She shows open hands, "I may consider myself a victim or misfortune. But I suspected that being a gramoire had issues." She sighed, "Thus you see now why I can't do what you know was my order from the queen. By your universe definition, I am an object." She waits to see their reactions. The kid was must easier to read at least, he was peak by interest but he also sense the wrong of it all. He knows the tension building between her and his partner.

"Its like the crystal realm dwellers, they are all souls that have a physical form." He nods in certainty, "Thier literally soul stones, you just happen to be a book shaped soul." She shook at this.

"No... its indeed more complicated." She tilts, "But I guess we still don't have common grounds to make assumptions yet." She looks to Riddle, "I would rather seek the advice of a elder Ender then to intervene with fate."

She knows that he knows. He had knew it the second she was told to follow this pair. He distrustful of her and this was a test of trust on her too. If she would for any reason use the undertaker departments against his partners ascendancy to the throne. Riddle knows his the problem when it comes to the contract between himself and this prince. He knows the queen has sent others against himself for this reason. This glamoire girl isnt the first or last.

But it's Riddle that took advantage of a situation to make the undertakers contract between himself and his partner.

"You admit to being guilty but still you not falling to hell." Riddle being perplexed at why the alignment law isn't affecting her.

"I am a soul protector. I protect souls that could cause harm to simple souls. I am a prison ward." She tilts, "But these souls aren't in fault for why they are and what they are. They aren't even at fault for the circumstances that left them to be under my pages. I am a boundary between the broken, shattered and the gone." She tilts downwards, "Can't exactly let them break the rules that universe uphold as absolute." She hugs herself, "They fight me and I break a bit more. I was once a normal human with a cursed book. Now I am the book, it used me to make more pages. This is how it always was for someone so tied to the tomes."

"I see..." Riddle nods at this and then posed a hand, "So if I commanded..." He spoken Ender tongue. This command was naturally to be followed. She pulls into the pages and seals locked, hitting the floor hard. Riddle attempts to pick up but his hand faze through. He does several times. The young lad leans down and picked it up instead, the pages seems weightless for him. A true show that his values of broken people were not clouded assumptions. He posed at trying to pass it to Riddle, who still can't touch it.

"You sealed her in her own form." He felt the leather bind, "She was being honest to us. She was even aware that you know the queen ordered her to kill you."

"The only reason she doesn't is because of you." Riddle sighed in annoyance, "She can't kill a living person, you being bond to me. If I was to die, you will to. You wouldn't be in any bad shape for it."

"But then you would never be able to ease their regerts." Caught Riddle off guard, "I don't think you realize this but they all follow you around. Always trying to whisper or tell you things. Ever since I been around this realm, I can see them. She did too. She even avoids walking through them." He held her close, "She's like me, a living person with crused sight. Able to see the damned." It is likely because of him that these undertakers knew about the damned at all. Clearly his a has been listening to them. Making his own values of what sins the many undertakers are here for. He has choosen now to tell Riddle this truth. Because now this girl in a glamoire was like him. A sense of having something in common.

"She's been marked as a Enders tool. You can't trust her."

"And you were ordered to kill four previous partners. I don't exactly remember saying I trust you." A valid point, "I am here because of my chooses and you. I have more faith in you then others but I know that you trying to do something in some scheme. I wouldn't mind helping if I knew what sort arguing there is." His trying to give opportunity to prove that he can trust Riddle but being clear that his not ignorant of what really going on.

Riddle walked away, leaving the young lad behind with the glamore still. It was tough tension between them as well as him around all these beings. The young man sighed.

"I don't think I have what it takes to be a king." He voiced his doubt. He opens his hands and the glamoire opens. Pages spat her back out.

"You have the potential and energy to carry the burden. He believes in you for that much. He doesn't think that your trust in him matters." She folds in soft and speaks gentle, "That's what the one stabbed through the chest said."

"You can translate their language?" She nods.

"Riddle is right to be wary of me too. I know Enders. I am a tool for them. They give me broken souls that can't be fixed by gods or time. I as much protect them as I protect you from them. Souls of the damned are not broken physically. It's their undying desires they left unfinished after they have gone. They are fading souls, loosing precious chances to settle their desires." She looks to him, "Do not ever trust them. Everyone that has a soul can become damned. It means that most desires are not always for good intentions." She sees how this seems to changed his look of these ghosts, "Knowledge is a curse. You know. The more you know about the afterlife, the less you linger as a living person. This is the way things are." She grappled his shirt, "Do not ever forget to breath here." He gasped in realizing it himself. She nods in letting him go. She bows in forgiveness to him.

"Thanks." He pats her shoulder, "But as living people, we must die eventually."

"You aren't wrong." She scrunched small and follows him. He continues exploring this place and now that she can translate the damned lingering here. They bother find some educational value in speaking to old lost partners of undertakers. It was plenty of value for her to make edits in copies of her guide book and in a separate notebook.

"Wow... Normally Riddle is protecting you." A knife thrown dangerously past his face, "And a husk without a partner. What rarity to have a underling following you around." The punk here laughed with his pack of fellow bullies. This is the training grounds. The room was broken and altered by magic casting. A soul of Ender has been here. She pulls him from not entering the room, she can smell death of rotting corpses all in there.

"Do you still bleed red little one?" Young prince wipes such drips from hitting the floor. He certainly was confident to step toward the training room. Gladly Riddle is just sulking nearby and stops him.

"Why not duel us?" Riddle turns them both away.

"What stakes are you putting on this? Do you believe that I am weak and helpless? That I follow them like a lost puppy?" She puts herself in shielding the two, "You want take a name on it?"

"Oooh. We step on a tail." Among the group snickers.

"Bark and no bite." antagonistic in how they all howled this way. She sees that Riddle was a safe distance with the young prince. She gave nod in saying she will protect them. Facing the group of wannabe training demon hunters, a department of undertakers that protect humans from demons.

She brought out a blade, a family heirloom she has hidden in her shadow. She isn't sure herself how such item has managed to stay with her, despite the universes she had passed through. She last took this out when she was Curiosity's partner. A blade gifted to her by her founding grandparents when she tricked by them to accepting her. Back when she was Lauren Eliza Seer. She had a moment pause of brushing this blade gently in many nostalgic training sessions she had with Curiosity and her tome. The tome use to have pages to puppet her into learning to fight with this items. Now... even if she a little rusty, she can do it herself.

The group of undertakers all awe at the blades condition and the style of blade type she fights with. Some the other spectaculors of this room looked on in vague interest. These idiots never learn but the owner of such a neat blade was about to be the next idiot.

"I have a name to throw away. So..." The lower in the packing order stood woth duel knives, "I am sure you just bluffing."

"Your not even worthy of take a step near me. You carry to many sins. The chains will prove your fall." She stands with the tip down, "I can't make a bet with someone that can't even approach me."

"I totally can." They get up and make steps. It was confidence and arrogant at first, but then the weight started to make them stumble. Being half way to the duel circle, the fall to one knee. They looked pale but didn't want to beleive it. They stable at standing, they circled around Tricky and could not make it past this invisible edge. They just felt the abyss bellow them giving way, sinking each step. They sighed in frustration, stepping away back to the group.

"She's got a must stronger alignment law field then expected. She is right, I know I can't approach her." Putting his twin daggers away, "I understand that I can't duel her."

The raised brow of on lookers and the mockery from his comrades. But still he doesn't move a inch against her, sensing he was doing what he must to stay an undertaker. The more shifter lot attempt approach, but there seems a point that none can't cross. The closer they make it varies by the individual. She stands gaurd, at steel stare of waiting for someone excusable to duel her.

"I challenge you." The pack leader, "You must stop this field and I will stake taking a name or giving a name." There is certainly a little more then average interest investing this, "Do you fight me to disarm?" His either cocky or smart. Maybe even experienced fighting enough to this choose of disarming.

"The alignment is up to you. You see." She raised a little pinky, and she rose a sinner chain to mirror this, "How advanced are you in chain craft?"

"Ah, so thats the trick." He lifted his own and ties it like a life line, "This isn't my frist time fighting someone with such sinn chain skill." He draws twin pistols, "You confident to use a knife in a gun fight?"

"You heard that. You called you a knife." She pets the steel, "We can't be harming souls around here puppet. His not that sort of child." He snarls slightly in being offended by her treatment of the metal, "Well... I doubt that." She moved the tip out from the floor and let's it float beside her, "Maybe I should go bare handed, you know. Less risks." The allowance of paused listening, "A compelling case." She posed hand that were now gloved in the liquid metal. She changed stance, "In order to disarm me, you have to take my arms off." She cracks knuckles, "Don't worry, I have spare hands. If you prove yourself, I can give you a little title or something. Maybe a little spot in my list. It's rare that a normal soul is on my list you know." She has that false mask that never changes her expressions but for sure, she is smiling like a little giddy child.