A month later after the battle with Nekam. The heavy rains pass; it is early summer. Maken got up out of bed and dressed.The thirteen scars on his face were no longer bleeding, most of the burns were healing over, his back showed little signs of the massive attack from Nyx, and someone had given him a new enhanced eye. His normal eye was dark brown, as well as the the new on but hit that it was a bit lighter. Maken puts on his sword and heads downstairs bumping into Vivene.

"Maken! Are you sure it's all right for you to be up?" "Yes it's all right. I am well." Downstairs everyone was celebrating wildly. A banner set up reads. "Thirty-first celebration of the defeat of Nekam's faction! We will defend this place to the death! Well done!" Maken turned back to Vivi, "Anyway with all the noise downstairs I couldn't sleep." "You can say that again."Quite a few people had too much to drink. Swipe couldn't eat with his right hand and was having so much trouble, "Crap I can't eat with my left hand." Makenzie had some type of alcohol drink, it was her first drink and she was feeling dizzy. Linda's Grandpa talked to the lady who owned the restaurant. "I'm really sorry about all this." "No worries," she replied back.

"Where's Vincent?" Linda was asking around. It will be another week before the headquarters will be repaired, and so most of the Maken's company were staying in restaurants. Maken looked Megan, "Thank you for treating me Miss Megan." "Not at all, but you still have to be careful." She went on to think to herself. "When I heard how badly Maken was hurt, I rushed down. On that day, the sun had set and the moon was in the eastern sky when Maken and the others returned. He was on the verge of death. No matter how I called, he wouldn’t open his eyes. But now--"

"So Maken you're finally up." Grandpa laughed. "Give us a tune!" Everybody was hugging or patting his head or back. Linda didn't come near any of them and they all looked at her. "Where's Vincent?" She looked like she was going to cry, Vincent seem to have left her all the time. Well Vincent wasn't exactly all there himself. Her grandpa spoke, "Vincent, he's at that ruined church." "What again?" "He has a lot to think about so just let him be. Leave him alone for a while." "Do I have to?" Maken nodded, "Yes it is for his sake." The second battle between Maken and Vincent was not pretty, they were equally matched until he used his ultimate move on him. Vincent nearly cut his head off with both his swords like a scissors. Maken had to make him realize that someone was waiting for him to come back.

A man approaches the restaurant toying with his sword. "So this is where he is and all of them are gathered." Maken and Swipe instantly realize something is wrong. "Swipe." "Right!" They dash out and confront him. The man looks hurt, "Man. I really was going to pop in on you guys before you realized it, but you're no fun!" "haven't the cops caught you yet!?" Swipe giving him looks. They move inside and the Sword collector gets his food. Everyone speaks at the same time. " A police officer?" "He's lying," Linda said. "So you changed sides." Maken was drinking a cup of tea. "I'm actually more undercover." They said if I did they would let me off. Now that Lord Nekam's dead I gotta live somehow. But this spy thing is just to pass the time. When I find something more fun, I’m outta here." "So what do you want?" Swipe still bitter at this guy. "I see you’ve still got a big mouth, rooster-head. I came all this way to tell you what happened to the other six Ten Sword AnQels who were caught and see what thanks I get."

A pause falls over them all. Maken speaks finally, "Well. Tell us." "Like me, they pretty much all agreed to work for the government in exchange for amnesty. The government’s making good use of their unusual abilities. One's using his flying abilities for scouting the situation in other parts of the country for the army from the air. Another is working for the Destructive Army’s back to using his persuasive powers to argue tough foreign negotiations for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. And one is laying the first railway line up thorugh the country." Makenzie spoke questioned the sword collector. "What about the cross dresser? The she, he, it oh nevermind call it s/he!" "Yeah the one we fought," Vivi pressed on. "Oh s/he is going into intelligence. S/He’s going to use her/his appearance to scout out advanced nations by studying abroad in a girls’ school. Or at least that’s the plan." "That's the plan?" "Yeah well s/he is not healing so well. Swipe nudging Makenzie and Vivi, "So what happen to the sword that protects life eh?" "We didn't mean to--" "No, s/he is not actually hurt that bad. It's more that s/he is sick at heart. s/he took Lord NekamOrez death pretty hard." 

(Flashback of the Sword Collector visiting s/he)

"So Lord Nekam's. So I should die too." "What kind of stupid crap is that?" The sword collector looked at her/him weirdly. "But living would be so sad and boring." "You got here to the country pretty late so maybe you missed it. The Ten Sword AnQels had one other important duty besides the assassinations. The government is never going to allow Lord Nekam to be recorded in the history books. We have the duty of keeping his legend alive for future generations." "You're joking." "I may joke around but this is no lie. He'll be my best storyteller, he said, and he smiled." S/he looked at him and spoke again, "A storyteller. Now that Yumi's dead and Nyx left, this is something they can't do."

(Present)

"Well I feel better." Vivi told. "This is complicated," Makenize shook her head. "To think NekamOrez could speak such kind words." Grandpa thoughtfully added. The sword collector shook his head, "What are you talking about I made the whole thing up!" Everybody groans and some are throwing things at him. "Anyway, thats what Lord Nekam is like inside s/he's heart. If s/he believes it, s/he'll live for that lie with all her/his heart. And it keeps her/him alive, who cares if it's a lie?" "You are right." The Grandpa nodded.

Swipe started talking again, "I don’t care about the rest of the Ten Sword AnQels, but what happened to that Priest guy? Cause there’s no way he’d agree to work for the government." "Priest the Wrath of God? He was spared the maximum penalty by the plea for mercy, but he’s doing time by his own will. Twenty-five years in a prison some where." As Swipe heard this he leaned back speaking softly. "Twenty-five years. That is a long time." Maken spoke again, "And the other man? The one present at the fight with Nekam. Probably the most loyal of the Ten Sword AnQels. "Oh he's dead, the business man named Mr. Trent of the Hundred Senses has left this world."