Vanguard
"That is more than a word, dear." He said with a kind smile before sending them off. One step, two steps, and soon enough they were away from this little sanctuary.
For a second, his smile turned more perverse, unnatural. He tried to restrain it, he truly did, but even with a hand before his mouth he couldn't help but giggle at the thought. How troublesome, if that William or Relius saw him as such, that would be quite embarrassing, if not troublesome. Even with barriers and thick walls, one could never feel too safe. That William boy was proof that such halfhearted measures just wouldn't do.
Basking in this brief moment of hilarity, he took a deep sigh and looked up, peaceful madness creeping in his voice. "And to think someone would unmask me so easily, how troublesome. It appears I may have aged, but there is yet room to grow. Fufufu... " He walked out of the training room, taking light steps towards the laboratory.
Slave puppets walked up to him and tended to his old wound, pasting new artificial flesh and kneading the metal into an uniform shape until it didn't look like he received a wound in the first place. He took the time afterwards to work his hair into a ponytail and tried some different clothes until he settled for a white coat. Pleased, he made sure his appearance was presentable using a mirror, and then left with a nonchalant stride through the backdoor.