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Dear Miss Victoria,
You asked me to send you a postcard from Italy and I have taken the liberty of sending you this letter instead, with several postcards enclosed.
Who are you kidding? You were going to write to her anyway and you were terribly relieved to have an excuse.
This really is a beautiful place, though of course I don't have much time for tourism with all this Iscariot business going on.
You are missing out on your little time for sleep just to write her this...
The architecture is lovely; I only wish that you could also have a chance to visit.
Preferably accompanied by her loyal butler, no doubt? Why do you never tell that woman the truth?
I thought of you the other day when I saw a ceiling overlaid with gold.
You think of her every day, Walter, and practically every hour.
You were just telling me that you love gold more now that you cannot have silver.
And it was you who left that gold necklace in her room, with a note that it something old that Integral was giving away. When really you bought it yourself in an antique shop. Coward.
Maxwell is a strange man, very histrionic at times, and you can tell it shames him to have asked Hellsing for help. As for Anderson, you can tell he still wants to kill us all.
But if he ever attacked Seras in front of you, you would slice him to death, regenerator or no.
I miss the manor very much.
You miss her. Stop being so stupid.
Perhaps when I return we can take another evening walk on the grounds, or even in the city.
Ask her for a real date, why don't you? Are you that worried about her age? Surely you're not afraid of vampires anymore...
Please take good care of yourself,
While you are not there to take care of her.
Love,
Let that stand, damn it...
Walter C. Dornez