“I was twelve years old when my father died,” Integra told Matthias without turning; her thoughts about what he said before remained unspoken. “He passed unto me the duty of being a knight of the Round Table and lead the Hellsing Organisation. My uncle, Richard, was a greedy man and wanted power for himself.” She drew a pause, her voice lost in her thoughts. “Three days after my father perished he tried to murder me.”
With her hands, she opened the window wide in order to get some fresh air. The stuffy atmosphere within was unbearable. “Before dying, my father told me about a secret, the result of our organisation research, that would be the instrument of my salvation were I be cornered without escape.” She smiled wishfully against the summer breeze. “I imagined he was some sort of dashing knight in shining armour when I escaped my uncle and his men to his meeting. Instead, I found a dried, old corpse. My blood awakened him and he served me as the knight I wanted ever since.”