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Victorius wandered around in their newfound headquarters. It had been an old mansion overlooking the town from a hill. A palace fit for kings. He had never before been in anything so grand. Carpenters and builders were running wild over the place, raising scaffoldings and carrying boards. The place wasn't under construction however. It was under renovation...

"Wraith?" he asked the rebel who stood leaned over some construction plans on a table.

"Hmm?"

"Did... did this place belong to someone before?"

"Yes", replied the rebel. "It belonged to a noble family known as LaDucard. Sad story what happened to that name. None of my doing, I should tell you. Neither would I have dispatched any of them.

The LaDucards were true fighters of the people, despite their titles and their lands. The father of the household spent fortunes trying to develop new projects of how to integrate the poorer parts of the populace into the middle-class, thus annihilating the term "poor" once and for all.

The rebel shrugged. "His love for the common man was so great that he actually had an affair with a woman of the lower class, siring a bastard. Gracious as the man was he let the bastard grow up within his family."

"That was wrong... and noble of him", said Victorius. "I mean... he did sire a bastard. I expect that he was having an affair?"

Wraith nodded. "Indeed he was. His first wife had died a couple of years back, but his new wife was neither as understanding nor as wise as she had been. She was was furious. She treated the bastard born like a dog in the street and scolded her husband for his trust in the common man."

"What happened?"

"She eventually rallied the noblemen of the council to drive him into bankruptcy, cancelling all his future projects to aid the common man. The loss drove him insane and he was brought to the sanatarium where I guess he is still sitting to this day."

"And the bastard?"

Wraith turned the head to him. "Speaking of the bastard, I have received a letter from her. It's all thanks to her that we get to use this mansion as our hideout. She is the sole surviving heir after all."

"Who? The bastard?"

The rebel nodded.

"Do I know her?" asked Victorius.

"Why, my dear Victorius. I am hurt by your question. You would know her as Claire."

The Imperial's eyes widened. "Claire is... is... of noble birth?"

"A bastard", corrected the rebel. "But then again, so was I."

"Wow", stated the Imperial. "I would never have guessed. So... what happened to Claire?"

Wraith sighed. "The mistress of the house sold her to some miserable place where children of the poor are experimented on. It's... it's not a pleasant story, my dear Victorius. We can talk about it some other time, after we have dealt with Maximilian. For now, I need my rest."

The rebel turned around and started walking up the tall staircase. "Maybe you can ask her yourself when she arrives?"

"Claire is coming here?!" exclaimed Victorius.

"Aye", said Wraith and his voice echoed throughout the grand entrance.