He doesn't say anything and instead walks up to hug Nerissa who reciprocates with Ciri joining in. The young vampiress was clearly in an emotional state, whether it's due to her duty finally being finished, or having finally gotten revenge on those that'd wronged her family. Reima'd like to think these are tears of exhaustion, happiness and relief, though there was a chance something else was bothering her.

Reima "We said before that we'd be leaving eventually, you'll come with us right?" he whispers in her ear and receives a nod. He tries to stand up but finds the girls arms firmly wrapped around his neck which leaves her dangling from it... He sighs and puts his Silver sword back into his Folded-s.p.a.ce, he then lets go of the Staff of Ma.n.u.s which dissolves into goo and retreats into his shadow, along with RitCreature who vanishes in a similar manner.

Reima "I need to put on a new s.h.i.+rt, can you let go for a moment?" he asks the young vampire but doesn't receive and answer. She's probably enjoying making fun of him but he can't find it in himself to stop her.

Ciri stretches her back with Seath on her shoulder, "Let's head back, I'm tired, dirty and need some new clothes..." she mutters as she looks down at her blood covered wear.

Reima takes a glance at the Observer still broadcasting them with his Observation Haki and nods, "Alright, we have a couple things to do and clear up before we leave anyway."

He walks up, grabs Ciri's hand and teleport's back to the stadium where a silent crowd still watches them.

Reima had wondered what their reaction would be, would they scream in terror? Cheer at the fact Voldemort was dead? However his expectations were blown away when they simply stared at him, not moving an inch. He looks over to the judges where Dumbledore, Fudge, Bagman and Maxime are and see's that they have a similar expression. He glances over to his friends... Or more likely, his former friends judging by their reactions... Damien, Angelina, Alicia and Olivia are have looks of shock and horror on their faces, a few even look a sick shade of green.

Turning his gaze onto Hermione he can see that while she's horrified by what'd just happened, she's also thankful. Presumably for recovering Harry before the chaos kicked off.

Finally, he turns to look at the one person who he actually gave a s.h.i.+t about... However he's interrupted by two shouts, one from a certain background character while another from Draco Malfoy.

Ca.s.sius "You-You killed my father you b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" he screams, almost foaming at the mouth in rage.

Draco "Minister! Arrest him! He just brutally murdered a large portion of Britains pure-bloods!" he shouts, making sure to maintain a good distance against this being who'd just slaughtered so many.

Fudge doesn't move and watches in horror as Ca.s.sius Warrington gets up with a red face and eyes before sprinting at Reima, he's even forgotten his wand in favour of trying to punch him in the face.

Dumbledore stands and is ready to protect the misguided student should Reima elect to finish him like he had done all the others.

However just as a sour-faced Reima is about to slap Warrington to Mount Everest a white blur kicks him in the side of the head, knocking him out instantly.

Reima would have a.s.sumed it was Ciri but she's still standing next to him...

The figure gets up and reveals who they are, Fleur... She jogs up to him and hugs him, smothered Nerissa inbetween them as she does so.

Fleur "I am glad you are safe my love!" she says, not minding the strong smell of blood coming from him, Nerissa and even Ciri.

Reima "I'm sorry you had to watch that Fleur." he says.

She shakes her head, "It had to be done, zou my sister kept begging to watch but we would not allow her... She might be angry wiz me." she says with a helpless expression.

Draco Malfoy shouts from the stands yet again, "Minister Fudge! Does the Ministry condone actions committed by Reima Ludvig!?!" A few in the crowd who'd just had family butchered start to echo his thoughts, while others start arguing with him, wondering if the destroyer of Voldemort and a huge amount of Dark Creatures would be under arrest.

Fudge shakily gets to his feet and flinches away from the harsh look of Reima, "I.. The Ministry would usually investigate these matters thoroughly but... Due to the Observers present there is nothing new to uncover, Reima Ludvig, Ciri Rivia and their young friend have eliminated a large amount of terrorists, dark creatures and even the Dark Lord himself..." He says and pauses.

Dumbledore adds, "Perhaps Minister you would consider a First Cla.s.s Order of Merlin for their services to the world?" he says, more from fear of Reima not being satisfied and continuing his slaughter.

Fudge jolts as if he'd forgotten his wife in a burning building, "O-of course! I... I will leave and start organising an award ceremony..." he says quickly, completely ignoring the shouts of indignation from the young Death Eater crowd. Without another moment he exits, leaving Dumbledore to deal with the situation at hand.