#noblesse head cannons

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I forgot that I made this and put it on YouTube, but these are basically all my hc voices for them. I'm going to try and do another video with more characters. Let me know if there's someone specific you'd like to know how I hc there voice.

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Wolfsbane : Noblesse Fanfic (post-ending)

(previous chapter)

Chapter 23 – Shattered Lake

“Haaa...”

Like a dragon spitting smoke, Frankenstein yielded a sigh with a sound expected from a steam locomotive, as he dropped the document he was holding.

The thin piece of material was long devoid of life it used to relish in the forest that gave it life; however, Frankenstein could swear the paper was just drained of life as it swam in the air towards the desk.

Which was not his first time seeing it.

It has been weeks, now more than days, ever since he agreed to a secret deal with Muzaka to constantly receive Ignes’s data from Lunark to dissect.

At the same time, he had to regularly probe through Union’s data that 3rd Elder had collected for him, in order to find something, if anything, that can unravel the mystery of Raizel’s return.

Neither of which has reciprocated him with any progress.

A hamster in a wheel was now an overstatement for him; he felt now he has become a cogwheel in a machine.

And such lament, of course, changes nothing. The only resort he could make once again was reasoning with himself.

‘Next time. Yes, next time I will land upon something. So I’ll just have to wait until Lunark shows up.’

That moment his heart seized with an unusual “thump,” and Frankenstein could not deny that he started when there was no reason or need to.

He knew unlike before, he has turned dangerously conscious of Lunark, ever since he fell asleep due to minor immunity he had grown to the wolfsbane tonic and thus fell victim to a nasty show of effigy by the Dark Spear.

Even now, thinking about Lunark was all it took for his heart to pump blood in an all-so-strange way.

‘Get a grip, Frankenstein. What are you, a teenage boy with a crush?’

Aaaand I just had to come up with such metaphor.

Frankenstein violently raked through his hair, his fingers not quite gentle.

His intention was to pacify the turmoil in his head, but his hands ended up whipping up a storm out of the said turmoil.

Even without her presence, he is busy fidgeting and tap-dancing and off-balancing himself.

So he doubted he could handle his tasks as he had used to once he is actually at her presence.

It was impossible to either shun Lunark or have another werewolf replace her as Muzaka’s secret agent.

Even Garda, Muzaka’s oldest follower, is in the dark regarding this secret deal for the sake of security and peace of wolfkind. Who knows what will happen if there is at least one more shareholder in this secret project?

Most importantly, this secret deal is not altogether unrelated to the Union, and the only werewolf who has been in direct affiliation with Union is Lunark, which means there is no legitimate excuse for Frankenstein to veto her participation.

As Frankenstein shook his head and added a huge chunk of air from his lungs into the atmosphere, from his computers came a barking noise signaling an incoming transmission, causing him to jump.

Once he checked the origin of transmission, he deliberated for a moment whether he should pretend there is no one home. Because whoever it was that was requesting his time, there was no doubt this caller was a werewolf.

Nevertheless, he knew there is no way he can play deaf to this call; after all, he was the one who willingly provided werewolves with his coordinates, in case they have any hint on Blood Stone that he could find useful.

The only thing he could do, therefore, was to pray to all deities and powers he could think of to please let it not be Lunark who demands him at the moment.

Much to his relief, his prayer was answered in a good way.

<It’s been a long time.>

A werewolf with very familiar physique and countenance nodded at him in the monitor, and Frankenstein almost let himself betray his relief.

“What is it? Is there trouble?”

<I wish I could say no. I am very sorry I cannot do that. Our land has been infiltrated by invaders.>

Kentas very effectively destroyed the vortex of unease in Frankenstein’s head.

This was what the latter has been dreading all this time.

“Union. Of course they would seek retaliation. Is everyone alright? How many visitors did you have?”

<Eight in total, but we suffered no damage.>

“No need to be so considerate about my anxiety level. We all know the top-tiered fighters in Union are gone, but I doubt eight invaders from Union had left no scar upon your land.”

<Sorry to break the bubble, but we did not suffer any damage.>

Frankenstein was about to frown, when Kentas’s expression, too calm and even innocent to be from someone being considerate, held his muscles.

“How is that possible? Just who were you against?”

<I don’t think they were officially documented agents of the Union. They were all equal-sized, equally designed in a mechanic fashion. They looked closer to biological weapons that Union would frequently develop based on humans.>

Frankenstein was reminded of the 8th Elder that Lunark and Zarga brought to Korea, upon his first encounter with the werewolf woman. And then he was reminded of the two guards that accompanied Aris upon her first entrance to Seoul.

‘Of course, there’s little chance that they are the only models of biological weapons that Union would fabricate out of living humans. But things would be complicated if the ones Kentas is talking about are the identical model to the 8th Elder. That dummy’s intelligence was so horrible I had to think they downgraded it on purpose, but his power was definitely threatening – which is an unbiased evaluation. In fact, his power made me understand how in the world such idiot could call himself an elder like Luna...’

Hold up.

Just why am I thinking about her – again?!

Frankenstein pictured himself slapping his own face with a vicious thwack, before focusing back on Kentas. He could not dare pull it off in real life when he had an audience.

“Listening to you, I can think of a model of modified human. It’s a model that would shoot energy beam from its mouth, with its jaw distinctively designed in a mechanic fashion. Am I right?”

<Exactly. You just pulled out the image from my head.>

“And you say you suffered no damage? Is it safe to assume that means your clan’s defense system has been perfectly recovered?”

<...I wish I could say that, but I’m afraid I cannot, once again.>

Kentas’s shoulders rose and fell as he sighed, and Frankenstein’s intuition signaled there is something not right about this.

And there is a reason that for the past centuries, his intuition has been his deadliest, most faithful weapon.

<I could see very clearly those weapons were not at all meant to be a one-time use item. They appeared strong enough to land meaningful, lasting defacement upon our land. But...>

“But...?”

<For some strange reason, they did not actually trespass our land. They merely fired balls of energy while they tiptoed around the boundaries of our land, as if they were trying to warn us or something.>

“Warn you?”

<Yeah. It was like seeing a cobra raising itself with its hood visible towards its enemies.>

“...So who fought them?”

<Me, Dorant, and a couple warriors who happened to be returning from field tasks. And they told me the ones they were against also simply played threat.>

“...And that was it?”

Kentas nodded, and Frankenstein let his eyebrows squeeze his forehead in puzzlement.

‘Weird. This is far from retaliation. It’s like giving a taste of what they could do, to test how well the werewolves can fare as of now.’

But of course, Union has yet to regrow its power, which gives them enough reason not to cause too much hassle with werewolves.

‘If they cause damage too serious for werewolves to give a pass for, the werewolves might pay back with retribution that they cannot handle in their current state. But their ego would not let them just suck their thumbs in waiting until they can return to spotlight, so perhaps they sought to make their enemies remember they are alive. And as of now, that’s the most likely scenario behind this case.’

Nonetheless, Frankenstein was getting an attack from that sort of feeling – the bad feeling that there is something more about this “assault.”

He had his mouth shut as he was drowned in his own thoughts, and Kentas spoke once more.

<Luckily, they found out nothing about what’s going on with our kind right now. Which is a good thing, since we cannot let anything related to QuadraNet leak.>

“Oh, which reminds me, how was the human researcher? Is the QuadraNet good to go?”

<According to Dr. Adne, the human was terrific. Everything is all set thanks to him. Too bad I couldn’t thank him properly; Lunark had to take him back to the nobles as soon as he was done.>

Trying his best to ignore a flinch in his chest upon mention of her name, Frankenstein kept his poise.

However, his poise started to crack like an icy lake hit by a rock, upon what Kentas said.

<By the way, let me ask you. Did Lunark...>

Frankenstein could feel his pupils contract in a speed of light.

Torn between desire for and fear of what is to befall, he waited for Kentas’s explanation, when his monitor flourished with an array of colorful noise and lost transmission.

And that moment Frankenstein’s poise was shattered like an icy lake blasted with a cannon, and the last word from Kentas plunged towards the abyss of his heart like a cannonball in water.

Did Lunark... What?!

‘She’s had plenty of experience in Union, and she’s one of the most powerful warriors that werewolves have. There’s no way she was taken down by the weapons that did not want to fight in the first place. She can take care of herself.’

Yet Kentas decided to bring her up for a reason Frankenstein could not fathom, forcing his heart in a tug-of-war: trust his knowledge about her that it is no big deal and just ignore it, or trust his intuition and find out what it is that Kentas was trying to say.

He paced back and forth in his spot, but it took less than seconds for him to make his choice.

“Goddamn it...!”

Frankenstein found himself in front of 3rd Elder’s bedroom, in a speed he has never exerted in this isle.

Immediately reacting to a frenzied knock, 3rd Elder opened the door.

“What is it...?”

“Something urgent came up, so I must ask you to substitute me for a couple of days.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“No time to explain. Just contact the werewolves if you need me.”

“A-alright.”

Frankenstein trotted back into the corridor, his lab coat still on. As soon as he was outside, he sprinted in full speed across the huge body of water.

His determination not to think about Lunark perfectly forgotten, he could only beg that there is nothing wrong with her.

*****

“A couple of days...? Just what could this be about?”

This is not the first time for either of them to be away from this island, but 3rd Elder has never seen Frankenstein willingly leave for days, with him left behind – an opportunity that he might never find again.

With such ball of gold laid in the palm of his hands, 3rd Elder’s mind was redirected to that one grocery shopping that took place outside, nothing like the ones he had before.

(next chapter)

Yes - next episode will be in the 3rd Elder’s point of view. I took extra care with this episode, so I’m super-excited to finally post it. :D Please stay tuned for more!