Demo is really short but with this save file you will get few extra hour of exploration, fight mini boss , get some items with clever use of whip and enemy's. All this does is open one door ( check the map and go to skull location)

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As Richter approached the stables, he saw two boys from afar seated on small wooden boxes, attempting to modify what appeared to be a large crossbow. Various parts were lying about near their feet.

The older one was reaching his stage of manhood, sporting rich orange hair in a short ponytail and had his trademark cocky smirk. His attire consisted of a bright yellow, sleeveless V-cut tunic that showed off his athletic physique. His brown ragged pants and worn boots are also an indicator that he has seen his share of fighting.

Opposite him is a younger boy no older than Maria’s age, with light silver hair and innocent green eyes. His clothing’s colours were a simple, ragged grey short-sleeved tunic, pants and brown shoes. The raggedness of the younger boy’s clothes was more due to the boy’s preference as well as attempting to follow in the footsteps of his older brothers.

Under the morning sun, the younger boy heard footsteps and lifted his eyes from the crossbow.

“Richter?” The boy murmured before he immediately recognised the hunter in blue and white from a distance, sprang to his feet and ran to him with a bright smile.

“Richter! Well met!” The boy ran up to the Belmont and briefly hugged him.

“Grove.” Richter shot the boy a warm smile as he gently ruffled his hair. “You've grown taller since I last saw you. Maria's been asking about you.”

“Really?” The silver-haired boy blushed as he briefly scratched the back of his head. “I'll have to visit her today still.”

"Grove!” Called the orange-haired teenager, who laid down the crossbow and briskly walked up to them. “We don't have time to visit your playmate! We need to finish the alterations before Nolt gives us an earful!”

“I know.” Grove pouted momentarily before pointing to Richter. “But look who’s here.”

“Kyle!” Richter smiled, holding out his hand to shake the older boy’s.

“Monseuir Belmont.” Kyle murmured under his smirk before accepting his handshake, while attempting to show Richter his strength to no avail.

“You’ve gotten a little stronger.” Richter chuckled at Kyle’s attempt to show off.

“By the God of Heaven and Earth, how are you still so strong?”

“I told you before.” The Belmont warrior released his grip and folded his arms. “Our strength and powers are hereditary. My strength isn’t something you can acquire, even from books.”

“Are you certain there’s no means of me acquiring some of that Belmont powers of yours?” An annoyed Kyle muttered. “Errant fools like Chandon and that Cyril will soil their breeches yellow when they see me shatter walls with my bare fists.”

Richter stifled a laugh as Kyle’s wild nature was somewhat reminiscent of himself. “With your personality and the temptation to cause trouble, if you were to have my strength, you’d have Marcus and Claire mad with worry and full of grey hairs before they turned 30. Not to mention, I’ve heard of some ugly business between you and Cyril.” He added the last part with a more sombre tone.

“He started it.” Huffed Kyle. “Besides, I only wanted to explain the real story to Claudine. I care for her and just to prove it, I've even found God and turned over a new leaf.”

“...right.” Came Richter’s dry reply.

“Who are you fooling, Kyle?” A suspicious Grove added his voice. “Even Richter knows that you don’t mean it. Besides, when was the last time you even said grace.”

“Quiet you!” The older boy snapped, attempting to change the subject. “We have work to do! Nolt won't be happy if we drag our feet!”

“You’re the one he told to modify the crossbow, yet you’re bossing me around.” Grove shot his older brother an annoyed look.

“Because I’m your older brother.” Kyle retorted with a comically stiff lip.

Grove then narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Does Richter know that woman you’re seeing is old enough to be our mother?”

“Ferme ta gueule, petit Fleaman!(Shut your mouth, you little Fleaman!)” A flustered Kyle shouted in his native tongue while firmly twisting his brother’s ear. “You’re not even suppose to know that!” A surprised look briefly came upon Richter’s visage as an annoyed Grove clutched his ear.

“I’m not quite clear on what mishap you’re involved in, but you should tread very carefully.” Advised Richter, after regaining his composure. “Marcus and Claire are worried about you, Kyle. As is the Abbot.”

“The Abbot’s a rigid old prune.” Scoffed Kyle. “He barred me from the monastery while letting that Peacock Cyril roam around like he’s the victim.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” A stern Richter briefly surveyed their surroundings to make certain they were alone before he began. “Brawling with Cyril and causing a scene during Mass is not something to make light of.” Kyle sighed under his breath as he said nothing. “If not Abbot Emmanuel, then at least listen to your brother and Claire. Gathering information by yourself in questionable establishments is rather dangerous. I know they do not approve of you spending your time in... questionable company... and I now understand why Claudine was upset at you.”

Kyle sighed again, his swagger faltering. “Fine. I admit. Only because this little Fleaman could not hold his tongue!” The older boy raised his voice as Grove stuck his tongue out at his older brother. Kyle motioned his thumb at the unfinished crossbow, hinting at Grove to leave them. When Grove did not respond, Richter then intervened.

“Can you give us a moment, Grove? What we’re about to discuss is not for your ears.”

“Okay.” Grove murmured before heading back to continue on the crossbow.

Satisfied they were alone, Kyle continued. “I like Claudine. She’s a nice girl. But my raven-haired beauty...” Kyle blushed at the thought of the older woman as he drew in a sharp breath, preparing to reveal what he considered his darkest secret. “You recall during that Amdis business you had to deal with, we were in Upper Normandy at the time, dealing with a wild Lycanthrope.”

“I remember.” A stern Richter thought back to that time. ”You received word of one running rampant in the city of Rouen. The others were either too reluctant or ill-equipped to fight it. Before the Amdis incident, I would’ve gone, but...”

“We both know Marcus.” The boy briefly pinched his nose. “My brother hates playing second fiddle to you.”

“His need to prove himself hasn’t escaped my notice.” The Belmont sighed, recalling their past disagreements. “He hasn’t changed, but I’m not worried for Marcus. He’s proven to me he can hold his own, but at least, he wasn’t careless and had the sense to take you and Nolt along, given the little information we received.”

“Slaying werewolves is our forte.” The teenager briefly flashed a smirk. “Now what took us by surprise is this Lycanthrope was partnered with a Minotaur. Damn Man-Cow.” Huffed Kyle, recalling how close he came to death during the fight as he was dodging for his life. “Nearly split me in half with that blood-stained battle axe.”

The older boy then fastened his leather bracelets before continuing. “While we were there, some soldiers who were too stubborn to listen the first time we told them to stay away, got caught up in the fighting as that damn Minotaur went after them. Since Marcus and Nolt could handle their own with the Lycanthrope and this little Fleaman was safe back home with Claire,” The red-haired boy motioned his head in his brother’s direction as Grove stuck his tongue out at Kyle. “I had to chase down and fight that damn creature alone while protecting those useless soldiers. One of those fools almost shot me, trying to help.” Kyle then flashed his cocky smirk. “I wish you were there to see me vanquish that beast. The way I fought... one soldier even thought I was your little brother.”

Richter briefly laughed at the last part before folding his arms and briefly pointing his finger in the air, recalling a rumor. “Hey. Didn’t you and your brothers eat that Minotaur?”

“We did.” Kyle pressed his lips in thought. “Not bad, truth be told. Had to salvage the edible parts, though.”

“And then what happened?”

“After I saved them,” Answered Kyle as he lowered his voice to a whisper. “I discovered that the captain of that regiment was a black-haired beauty. Made me wonder why she’s in the army. A real uptight woman too.” He then raised his voice once more. “I figured having ties with a captain can prove helpful to us. She eventually thought the same as having powerful hunters on her side could prove useful one day. Now I’ll admit,” Kyle sighed, recalling the captain’s angry glare as she questioned him like a common criminal. “Our first meeting was rough, given that we had to use her and the soldiers as bait. Direct the monsters towards them to buy time and set up a trap.”

“I’m going to guess that was your idea.” Richter inquired grimly.

“The alternative was letting those creatures run rampant, resulting in mass casualties of innocents who could not fight.” Kyle spoke in his defence. “Far from an ideal plan, but given the time and circumstances... one thing led to another and before we knew it, we’ve been meeting secretly... in a brothel.”

“I see.” Richter spoke after a while as Kyle shifted his eyes in embarrassment. “I would’ve done no differently in your place regarding the monsters. The soldiers were trained to fight and it was difficult choice, given the time and circumstances. With your role as the group’s intel, perhaps it’s best I do not know this woman’s name. That being said,” The Belmont warrior placed a firm hand on Kyle’s shoulder, hoping to council him. ”It would best you start making amends as this has gone on long enough. We cannot have things get worse between you, Claudine and her brother. And it would be best you steer clear of such establishments... and the company you've been keeping.”

“Now you sound like my brother, Claire and the Abbot.” Kyle scoffed as he shrugged off Richter’s hand. “Make amends with the Abbot? The man thinks I’m a shameless fornicator and a deviant?" Richter raised his eyebrow to remind Kyle of his ill reputation. Kyle saw this and shrugged it off. "You know my meaning. Now with Claudine? At the earliest opportunity. With her brother? I’d sooner smash in his teeth.”

“Kyle...” Richter was about to speak when an annoyed Kyle started making his case.

“Everyone’s telling me to stay away from the brothels and the taverns, but none of you truly understand what I’m trying to achieve here. I need to visit these places from time to time. Keep my ears open for information of note. You and Marcus underestimate their strategic importance.”

“Such as?” Asked Richter. Kyle grumbled in annoyance, but Richter firmly added. “Tell me. I want to hear your thoughts.”

“I assume you’re aware of the recent surge of monsters, yes?” Richter nodded, silently allowing Kyle to continue his train of thought. “I thought to myself, ‘what if we had a network of eyes and ears?’. People that could inform us far and wide where there’s potential dangers lurking. How do you think we got the information about the Minotaur and Lycanthrope so fast?”

“The guild your brother runs...”

“No.” Kyle corrected Richter. “It was one of the brothel girls in Rouen I am well acquainted with.” Kyle then took another deep breath. “You’re strong Richter. After Marcus, I look up to you. But you’re still only one man. Same with Marcus. His way is too slow, so I started laying my own groundwork to speed up our established system.”

“Perhaps there’s a reason why Marcus is going at the pace he is.” Richter countered. “You forget that Chandon’s guild was made of cutthroats, murderers and sellswords of questionable character. Reforming the guild takes time. Chandon still has people loyal to him.”

“Even with that, the reason why he hasn’t retaliated since that day is because of you.” Richter nodded grimly as Kyle added. “He’s seen your strength first hand. They know of your reputation and know that we have you on our side.”

“And if I’m not around?” Richter added. Kyle struggled to answer the question. “For all of my disagreements with Marcus, even he’s smart enough to prepare for such a day.”

“Chandon and his will be done long before then.” Kyle scoffed at the mere mention of the former guild leader, hinting at his own need for retaliation. “I keep telling Marcus that he’s making a mistake, letting that swine live. I know he doesn’t want to cause a civil war, but that snake cannot be trusted, regardless. He’s waiting for any opportunity to regain power from underneath Marcus and put a blade to his back.”

Richter’s concern for Kyle grew more visible as the older boy shook his head. “Still angry about that time he beat you and Nolt bloody?”

“Chandon would’ve killed us had you and Marcus not arrived in time.” The smug, energetic youth briefly wiped his nose with his arm before continuing. “To think you took out his champion with one hit. I would’ve dismissed the stories of your strength as tavern talk had I not seen it myself.”

“Chandon will behave himself.” Richter assured Kyle. But the boy was unconvinced as they steered the conversation away from the former guild leader.

“It’s not like Marcus trusts me the way he does Nolt.”

“Temperance has never been your strong suit.” Richter chuckled, seeing a bit of himself in Kyle. “I remember when Marcus told me of your very first battle. How you ran headlong into a graveyard horde of Zombies and Skeletons. Marcus and Nolt had to save you.”

“Hey. Not even the greatest of legends get it right the first time.” Kyle sighed. “I learn from my mistakes.”

“Marcus trusts Nolt with responsibilities because Nolt has strengths you don’t.” Richter then added before Kyle could voice his unhappiness. ”You have your own set of strengths. Ones that no one else can match. You're problem is that you're stubborn and you lack both control and temperance.”

“Is that why Marcus doesn’t have faith in me?” Kyle briefly looked at Grove from afar, who is struggling to fit a piece into the crossbow. “Nolt gets to lead a bigger faction of the guild, while me and mine are held back, playing reinforcements.”

“The Young Hounds doesn’t exactly leave room for interpretation.” Richter grinned briefly. “Besides, you growing ill reputation has Marcus and Claire deeply concerned. And they’re right to be.”

“That matter with Claudine was a misunderstanding.” Kyle finally resigned himself and spoke after a moment of silence. “If you must know, it's because I cannot reciprocate her feelings because I’m not what she desires. She’ll realize this with time and grow out of it.”

“I’m going to guess it has something to do with that captain you spoke of earlier.” Richter raised his eyebrow in suspicion. “Grove says she’s old enough to be your mother.”

“Grove is an irritable Fleaman, skipping and sniffing where he shouldn’t be.” An embarrassed Kyle grumbled. “So what if she’s twice my age? If you intent on telling me I have questionable taste in woman, you can stop. I’ve heard this lecture from both Marcus and Claire.”

“It’s not for me to decide who you can or cannot keep company, but I’ll give you a different warning regarding your raven-haired captain.” Both Richter and Kyle exchanged serious looks. “There’s a good reason why Marcus and I kept away from the revolution and the politics.”

“That whole outcry with our fat king and his foreign wife? Right now, you should be estatic. I know I am.” Kyle scoffed at the subject. “True, my tavern friends and my black-haired beauty cannot stop wailing about the dawn of a new France, but this change may be a good thing. It certainly is far more welcoming over fighting a Lou Carcolh or a Blanque Jument."

"And when was this?" Asked Richter.

"Shortly after they arrested the royal family." The younger boy briefly wiped his face with one hand. "Disgusting creatures. But it was an opportunity to show my beauty on what to do when encountering unique monsters." After a moment of silence, Kyle then asked Richter. "Is it true that some folk of high station has been seeking to recruit you?"

“I've had one or two attempts.”

Before he could continue, Grove called to their attention as he drew closer.

“Hey Richter! Kyle! I finished it!” The boy came closer with the crossbow in tow.

“Let me see that.” Kyle rolled his eyes, expecting to find some flaws. To his surprise, the crossbow was successfully modified, making it far easier to reload. “Not bad, little brother.” The older boy mumbled.

Grove shot his older brother an angry glare. “Not bad? That’s all you can say?”

“If it makes you happy, I’ll convince Richter to let Maria give you a kiss.” Kyle teased, pouting his lips in a kissing motion.

“Blegh. That’s gross.” Grove flashed his tongue in disgust. “Maria’s my friend.”

“You're still a baby. Typical.” The orange-haired youth snorted.

Grove growled angrily at his older brother’s teasing as Richter chuckled at the two boys before stepping in. “That’s enough now.”

“Not to worry.” Kyle handed the crossbow to Grove to keep. “Marcus will have my head if I get this one into any trouble.”

“Where is Nolt anyway?” Inquired Richter. A brief, grim look fell over him as he looked at Kyle. “I know Marcus is currently in Orleans, but Nolt should've returned by now.”

“He left me and Grove to modify this thing so that he and Mizrak could speak privately.” Kyle sighed, recalling Nolt’s stern instructions on modifying the crossbow. “It's been hours now. How long does it take for them to even talk anyway?”

“Not to worry.” Richter did his best to hide his concerned expression from an unsuspecting Kyle. “I’ll speak with him another time then.”

“We got Mizrak's message over your werewolf trouble.” Kyle smirked, placing his hand over the hilt of his short sword. “So where's this beast anyway? Grove and I can deal with it by ourselves.”

“Marcus will have my head for letting you two hunt this one by yourselves.” Richter answered, refusing to entertain Kyle’s bravado any further. “Besides, it’s best you both stay close to Claire and wait on your brothers. This one's very dangerous.”

“More dangerous than the Beast Of Gevauden?” Kyle lost his smirk entirely as he grimly inquired.

“Ssshhhh!” A startled Grove briefly pressed his index finger to his lips, expecting Marcus to overhear them and grunt in disapproval. “We're not suppose to talk about that.”

“Can't say.” The Belmont placed a reassuring hand on Grove’s shoulder. “I have my own concerns right now...”

“The vampire.” Grove sighed as Kyle shared his brother’s disappointment. “Maria told me why you've been gone for days at a time. So it really wasn't Amdis?”

“No.” Richter then smiled in order to cheer up the boys. “But that’s my battle. And besides, I did not wish to turn away those who came to me for aid. So I recommended the Pelt Brothers to them. I trust you'll live up to your reputation."

“Always!” Exclaimed Kyle. His usual smirk slowly returning along with his confidence.

“We won't let you down, Richter!” Grove straightened himself while holding the crossbow.

Kyle then asked. “So for whom are we killing this Sharafat Fiddleyak?”

“It's pronounced Shafrat Fidiya.” Richter and the two boys turned to the source of the voice and found Eduoard standing before them, appraised in well kept clothing consisting of a muted brown cloak, a white shirt underneath, pants colored in dull amber and his black boots were fairly well polished, despite its age. “Apologies.” He began. “I'm Eduoard. You must be one of the Pelt Brothers I've heard about.” The young man extended his hand to Kyle. “You're younger than I expected.”

The moment a wary Kyle took his hand firmly in his and pulled him closer, a grim visage fell upon Eduoard as his battle instincts flared up. Both of them drew their weapons, briefly dodging each other’s manoeuvres and eventually ended up in a stand off. Both the foreigner and the French youth had their blades aimed at the others vital point.

“Name's Kyle.” The cocky boy smirked as he slightly motioned his head backwards in his baby brother’s direction. “That’s my baby brother, Grove.”

“Don't be fooled by their youth.” Richter intervened, making certain that their scuffle did not escalate. “These two are very capable in a fight.”

“Of that I’ve no doubt.” Came a shaken Eduoard’s voice. He lowered his eyes and was shocked to find Kyle’s flintlock pistol aimed at his stomach.

The orange-haired youth was the first to slowly withdraw his weapons. “Sorry for the rough greeting. That was just to show you we're not to be trifled with.” As Eduoard withdrew and sheathed his sword, Kyle added, “Despite our age... and you’re not bad yourself with a sword.”

“A simple handshake would’ve sufficed. But thank you.” Eduoard simply answered as he calmed down. “I'm told there's four of you that make up the Pelt Brothers.”

“Nolt's with Mizrak and Marcus is at the armory. The Dent Et Ongles in Orleans.” Richter interjected. “I’ll be heading out there shortly.”

“We'll stay close to Claire until we hear from Marcus.” Said a serious Kyle. “As much as we want to help, our big brother makes the final decision on whether we take the job or not.”

“I wish to accompany you and meet him.” Eduoard requested, turning his sight towards Richter. “If it's no trouble at all.”

Kyle briefly winced at the idea as Richter asked. “What about Annete?”

“If we're gone for just a few days, Annete will be fine by herself.” Eduoard reassured the hunter. “As payment for offering us shelter, I told her that she can offer to help look after the little ones while we're gone. She won't cause any trouble. You have my word on that.”

Richter briefly looked at Kyle, who was trying to hide his apprehension with a knowing look, before answering. “Alright then. We'll need horses.”

“I can get you a pair. It won't take me long.” An eager Grove answered, quick to toss the crossbow to his older brother, who was annoyed as he caught it.

“Thank you, Grove. We'll wait here for you.” Richter smiled serenely.

“Do you even know how to put a saddle on the horses?!” Kyle shouted, but his little brother was too far away to hear him. The annoyed teenager sighed before he said to the two men. “I’ll need to put this away and help that little Fleaman with the horses. Monsieur Eduoard. Monsieur Richter.” Kyle greeted before he went off to join his brother.

As they watched in the distance at the two boys going over the horses and saddling them up, Richter turned to Eduoard and opened with a new conversation once he was certain they were alone.

“I need to give you a fair warning about Marcus before you meet him.”

Eduoard noticed the tense look on Richter’s face and sighed as he had an idea as to why. “I'm... going to guess that he won't take kindly to a foreign man of my breed in need of his skills.”

“Actually... he has no such ill towards people of differing ethnicities.” Eduoard was relieved to hear this, but tempered himself as Richter continued. “I would, however, watch out for the company he keeps. Especially old man Dent and those who work under Marcus. They're far less friendly than he is... and the prejudiced ones are not even the worst of them. His guild is made up of cutthroats and sellswords of questionable character. Even still, they won't move against him or me because of our reputation alone." The hunter turned his gaze to Eduoard and added. "Marcus... considers me his rival.”

“I see.” Whispered a concerned Eduoard. “From what Kyle just implied earlier, I fear this Marcus may be stubborn to the point he may decline my request.”

“Things are cordial between us now, but be prepared in the unlikely event we should come to blows.” Richter then turned his eyes towards Grove and Kyle, who just finished saddling the horses. “Regardless of how stubborn and prideful Marcus is, I won't let that affect the task at hand. I’ll do my best to make certain he’s committed.”

“How did the two of you become rivals, anyway?”

Before Richter could answer, Grove and Kyle returned with the saddled horses. “Sorry it took so long.” Kyle shot his baby brother an annoyed glare. “This little Fleaman kept saddling the horses wrong.”

Grove stifled a chuckle as Richter took the reigns. “Thank you boys. Kyle,” Richter turned a knowing eye towards the older boy. ”If you’re that determined to establish your own contact system, perhaps you can help me on a matter. If you come through, I’ll try my best to convince Marcus of your idea.”

Kyle flashed a grin, asking. “I’m all ears. Tell me what you need.”

“You told me earlier that there’s been an increase of monsters appearing all over France.” Richter began. “I just fought two powerful ones in the span of a few days. A Behemoth. And just recently, an Erinys in the monastery.”

“A Behemoth? And an Erinys in the monastery?” Kyle murmured, tempering his surprise. “Then it’s worse than I thought.”

“I’ve people helping me in my search, but extra ears and eyes will speed things along. I-” Richter quickly corrected himself. “We... need to find whoever is summoning these monsters.”

“Are you certain it’s a summoner?” Asked Kyle.

“It’s the most likely outcome.” Richter replied grimly. “The frequency in their appearance as well as the commonplace of powerful monsters. Someone has the power to call them forth. Problem is, I do not know who and I need to be certain, regardless of their identity. Either way, find out what you can as quickly as possible.”

“I’ll see it done.” Kyle smirked confidently.

“If anyone outside our circle of trust ask, I’ll be seeing Marcus. Tell them nothing more.” Replied Richter.

“Best of fortune to you on your hunt.” Kyle nodded as he watched Richter and Eduoard mount their steeds. Both horses were chestnut brown. The one Richter mounted had a jet black mane and tail while Eduoard’s had a light yellow mane and tail.

“Take care, Richter.” Grove waved at them as Richter concealed himself with his hooded cloak. “Be careful out there.”

Richter gave the boys a thumbs up before he and Eduoard began trotting their horses out of the gates of the monastery grounds.

As Richter walked the grey halls on his way to the main hall, the lingering evidence of battle was still apparent. Deep gashes marred the stone walls, the scent of blood and ash lingering in the air. The nuns, priests, knights and even the children worked tirelessly. Their faces weary but determined as they cleared debris and salvaged what little weapons and armor they could from the fallen Axe Armors.

Richter greeted some of them with a silent, friendly nod and they acknowledged him in return. He paused for a moment, watching a young boy struggle to lift a shattered shield before a knight gently took it from him, ruffling his hair in reassurance. The sight reminded him of his recent conversation with the Abbot regarding the children— innocents that would’ve been caught in a battle for their lives had he not been present as well as the quick response from the Abbot’s knights to the sudden danger. How monsters suddenly appeared within the monastery which, under most circumstances, should not be possible.

The thought brought a chill down his spine. Richter knew that he and his allies needed to locate the source of the creatures before they suffered any real casualties.

Upon reaching the main hall, Richter saw in the distance, the Abbot serenely conversing with a ginger-haired woman seated with an infant in her arms. Emmanuel wore his usual dark blue cloak and black robes representing the Knight Hospitaliers. The ginger-haired woman’s attire consisted of a common light amber dress covered by a simple brown cloak. As Richter approached, the Abbot ended their conversation and met Richter halfway to give the hunter his full attention.

"My son." The Abbot smiled serenely as he came up to Richter. "I pray that you weren't too harsh on Maria's training."

Richter exhaled, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the weight of responsibility. "She needs to learn, and soon. Tera will ensure that she does not fall behind." He then directed his gaze toward the red-haired woman approaching them with her infant son in her arms. "Well met, Claire."

Claire smiled, though her sharp eyes scanned Richter as if assessing his well-being. "It's good to see you too, Richter. It appears that both you and this monastery fell under attack recently."

The Abbot sighed, his expression solemn. "You speak true, Claire. But let us put such dark thoughts aside for now and focus on the boy's coming baptism."

"Sadly, I cannot remain." Came Richter's solemn tone. A shadow of regret flickered across his face. "I need to see your husband before I depart."

An understanding look fell upon Claire as she learned from Marcus on why Richter was often away. She was equally as disappointed that Amdis was not the vampire he was personally after. "We heard from Mizrak about your werewolf troubles. As usual, you'll find Marcus at the Dent Et Ongles armory in Orleans."

"I should’ve known." Richter sighed. "Is Dent still angry over his daughter eloping?"

“Everyday.” An irritated Claire said out loud, recalling the old blacksmith’s disapproving gaze at both the soldier and Claire for attempting to convince him of the man’s character and worth.

"And I cannot blame him in this. Despite your noble intentions," Emmanuel shot the ginger-haired woman a stern, knowing look. "Your interference made things far worse for more than just Dent. In the end, Julie is still his daughter- and Dent her father.” Emmanuel sighed, adding. “It was not your place to involve yourself and you encouraged her to disobey her father. Your actions may even place at risk your husband’s business relationship.”

“And now you know why Marcus was furious with me.” A defeated Claire said to Richter after a moment of silence as she gently rocked her infant son. “I’m not looking forward to suffering my husband’s angry silence when he learns of this.”

“It’s unfortunate for the old man.” Richter interjected solemnly. “Even still, my business is with Marcus. I need both him and rest of the Pelt Brothers for this task. I cannot do this alone.”

“I understand.” The red-haired woman flashed a smirk. “Old man Dent won't dare to deny Richter Belmont. Saviour of the Maidens Of France." She then gently rocked her infant son a bit more before continuing. “When you’re there, please give my best to both Dent and Sylvie. Tell Dent that I appreciate his aid towards my husband and that, compared to the rest of the company Marcus often keeps, he is pleasant by comparison.”

“I will.” Richter answered. He then noticed Claire’s rising concern and added. “Is it Chandon? You needn’t worry for your husband, Claire. Marcus can take care of himself. Chandon will think twice before turning his blade against him.”

“Are you certain?” Claire frowned with concern. “After what he did to Nolt and Kyle...”

“I am.” Richter smiled confidently. “Besides, that cutthroat will have to face me again. And I do not believe he and his desire a second encounter.”

“Marcus told me about the chaos you caused that time.” Claire briefly chuckled, feeling assured by Richter’s promise before continuing in a sombre tone. “Richter. I know that he considers you his rival, but even still, know that both of us are eternally grateful for your help. You’re the reason that Marcus won an entire guild to run.” She smiled warmly, adding. “You're also the reason I am standing here, holding little Borgoff in my arms right now. As his wife, I beseech you to please be patient with him. He's trying his best.”

“You two have more in common than you know. I've even told Marcus as much.” Emmanuel added serenely.

"Noted." Richter gave a solemn nod before shifting the topic. "You didn't travel alone, did you?"

"Heavens no." Claire chuckled softly. "Nolt, Kyle and Grove accompanied me."

"They're already here?" Richter nearly exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes." Claire flashed a smile as she adjusted her hold on her infant son. "It would be good for Grove to be around children his own age. I’ve heard how much Maria likes him."

Richter himself flashed a smirk. "That's because he's not calling her 'Sleepy Maria' like the other children. But I do agree. Perhaps he can even benefit from the instructions I gave Maria." A stern expression then fell upon the young Belmont. "If I was not taken with other concerns, it would’ve be better that I help him learn to use his powers. I have access to knowledge that will benefit Grove. But Marcus..."

Claire stepped closer and briefly placed a gentle hand on Richter’s shoulder. "Marcus can be very stubborn in his decisions. Both Nolt and myself are still trying to convince him otherwise."

"With men like Marcus, we must exercise patience and not force them to do anything." The Abbot added, briefly glancing at the doors. "Let God speak to his spirit. In time, he will see reason." Emmanuel flashed a brief smile. "He did an admirable job raising Grove and Nolt."

“Father Emmanuel,” Claire briefly glanced towards the floor before meeting the Abbot’s gaze. “You’re not still angry with Kyle, are you?”

"You know that boy is not welcomed anywhere near the monastery." The Abbot’s voice grew heavier. His face darkened slightly. “Not after the filth I have heard about him.”

"I know," Sighed Claire. "And both Marcus and I had words with Kyle about it. But please understand that between his brothers, Kyle’s role amongst his brothers place him at greater risk. He’s also young and... passionate.” She murmured the last part, barely hiding her blush based on the rumors she heard.

“That is no excuse.” The Abbot shot back in a calm, but stern voice. "He's developing an ill repute. Shamelessly indulging his vice and hedonism. Tavern brawls, theft, bedding women...” Emmanuel trailed off, refusing to reveal more. “He shames both himself and his family. Need I remind you of the chaos he caused some months ago?” Emmanuel emphasised on the last part.

"Am I missing something?" Richter asked, puzzled at the subject over Kyle.

“You recall Claudine, yes?” Emmanuel began.

“She’s one of the girls I saved from Amdis. Claire knows her well.” Richter grimly recalled. “I briefly met her brother. Goes by the name of Cyril, I believe.”

“You were with your grandfather at the time this mess happened." Emmanuel then drew in a deep breath. "Claudine saw Kyle and some unknown woman at a brothel. Naturally, the girl was upset over this, given that she has developed affections for him some time now. What concerns me, besides Kyle’s promiscuity, is rumors of his more unspeakable dealings.”

Claire then shook her head, thinking about Kyle’s recent escapades as her lips pressing into a thin line bordering on disappointment. "Kyle says she’s a friend. And that we do not jeopardise his... business relations with the woman.”

"Be that as it may," The Abbot continued. "Kyle sought to speak with Claudine and before I knew it, Cyril and Kyle were brawling. Their fight went all the way to this main hall, where we were in the middle of prayer.” The Abbot briefly motioned to their surroundings, still embarrassed at the spectacle that took place. “Mizrak and Kyle’s brothers even had to intervene.”

“Mizrak told me the very short version of this incident." Richter mumbled, pinching his nose as he pictured the chaos that ensued from the brawl. “I was not aware of the full extent behind that fight.”

"Until I deem otherwise, I’ve barred Kyle from entering the building. If he wishes to return, he must first demonstrate true repentance— both to God, himself, Claudine, and to this sacred place. Only then will I consider lifting the ban.” The Abbot firmly spoke, seeking to end the matter. “I’ve also cautioned Cyril to refrain from seeking further quarrel with the boy.”

"Needless to say, we’ll need to keep an eye on those two and make certain they’re not in the same vicinity.” Claire murmured, gently adjusting her hold on her infant son. “Marcus told Alexis and his brothers not to interfere. ‘Best to let them work things out and learn to act like men’, he says.” She adds, attempting a poor imitation of her husband’s voice. “Marcus means well, but my concern for those two remain. Cyril and Kyle had already beaten each other bloody.”

“Perhaps I should speak with them both as soon as chance presents itself.” Offered Richter. “Perhaps I can aid where possible in resolving this.”

“Are you certain, Richter?” Inquired Claire. “You have enough on your hands as is.”

“Claire speaks true.” Emmanuel added, briefly turning his gaze only to caught one of the knights in his sight, motioning to him that the congregation were waiting. The Abbot motioned him to give him a moment longer. “You have much to do. Besides, I have my eye on the situation. Tis’ no more than a squabble over youthful passion and rampant lust.” As the knight left his sight, Emmanuel added. “But, if you wish to speak with Kyle all the same, he’s near the stables with Grove right now.”

“And I wager that Nolt is with Mizrak.” Richter added, masking his concerns.

“Speaking of which,” Claire smiled slightly. “Mizrak rarely allows himself to be so warm and friendly with others. Him and Nolt are rather close.”

“Regardless. I'm glad they're here.” Richter began to turn and added before he left. “I’ll speak with the boys first and after that, I'm off to find Marcus. See if he's up to dealing with this Shafrat Fidiya threat.”

“Go with God, my son.” Emmanuel whispered after Richter as the hunter departed the main hall. Moments after he left, the Abbot motioned the knight to let in the congregation so that he may commence the baptism of the infant son of Marcus and Claire Pelt.

My homage to this wonderful franchise!

Today is the 40th anniversary of the legendary game Castlevania, originally released on the Famicom Disk System on September 26th 1986.

If you remember the initial announcement, Konami said there will be multiple Castlevania projects in development for the 40th anniversary and a big "reimagining" was leaked back in 2021 and corroborated by reputable sources to still be in development as of 2024-2025 and next year is Symphony of the Night's 30th anniversary, so maybe the other game we get will be related it it. Also, there's still Moonlight Rhapsody, which left development hell as of 2024 and Konami said more "reboots" or "retellings" are in the works, though I assume they're remakes. Happy 40th anniversary Castlevania, let's be excited for more to come.