Jalter Omake by Gifted-Monster

Chancing a look first left then right up the corridor where she was waiting, Jeanne Alter cast her senses out further into the calm, placid ether where Servants dwelled when not physically incarnated.

Nobody around to stop me. Good.

The same tactical mind that had made her the bane of the perfidous English still dwelt within her, though quicker to suggest violent actions and atrocities to make the Heavenly Host weep. Taking a moment to track the arc of the security camera at the end of the hall, Jeanne slipped into her spirit form and fell backwards through the wall.

Resolidifying within a fraction of a second, it turned the fall into a backwards stumble that had her grinning maliciously.

"Let's see what makes my master tick..."

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Swearing sulfurously, Jeanne stormed out of the room and paid no attention to the security camera that she had only minutes before been so adamant about avoiding.

"Just...BOOKS! Nothing interesting at all! And that tea...ugh! The only thing worse than those vile English is their tea!"

Marching away from the room marked 'Taylor Hebert', Jeanne Alter made her way towards the room of the other female master.

This time she didn't bother with artifice or stealth. This time Jeanne simply dematerialized and phased through the wall in to the room. And into what she could only describe as chaos.

On every surface there were books, but no books like she could recall from France or even from the previous room. Books filled with pictures both lurid and heroic, battles both horrific and gentle.

"What the..."

Picking up the first one that caught her eye, Jeanne scrutinised the backwards book. Her education had been lacking but every instinct in her shouted that the book was meant to be read the other way, from left to right.

But clearly the book had been designed to be read the other way.
Leaning back against the wall, Jeanne used an armored thumb to open the book.
And dropped it in disgust.

Men more flowery than the women of Versailles and women wearing clothes even a street-walker in Lyon would find indecent!

"What's this tripe called...Sailor Moon? What the hell?!"

Tossing it on to the cluttered desk, Jeanne set about hunting down a book that appealed to her more.

"Hellsing...Ultimate? Well, the title sounds good at least..." Jeanne murmured and opened the book again, this time with the cautious one approaches a loaded catapult with.

And from the first page filled with blood and violence, she was hooked.

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"She's back again?"

Aife rolled her eyes as she ducked her head through the wall, confirming that Jalter was indeed once more in Rika's room, munching on a few biscuits she had "stolen" from a rather conveniently placed plate in the room.

"She's been in there for the past six hours and only left to try and make us think she was elsewhere" Aife responded to her companion who snorted in amusement.

Shaking his head, Siegfriend sighed. "Well, so long as she's behaving herself and not being a menace."

"Oh, she's far from that. She's tidied up the room, alphabetized all of Rika's reading material and straightened the desk."

Shaking his head, he noticed the spark in Aife's eyes. "You're not going to forget this, are you?"

"What, Jalter being such a good girl? You'd have more luck convincing Fafnir to be a pet!"