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Well, they all seemed to be having a really good time with their little event. Not only were the fans going mad, but Natalia even seemed to be getting some attention from the people around her. Although, it was strange how she seemed to be whispering to one of them in a rather conniving way. Was she plotting something behind his back or hiding something vital? His eyes narrowed as he squinted at her, displeasure clearly etched on his face as he observed the photo-signing a bit more. Honestly, he did not understand an event like this or why people cared to attend them. Sure, people had their idols and people they looked up to... but what was the point in paying so much money to simply get a photo of that person and maybe get a few kind words from them? Was the world really full of such simple people that talking to a pretty girl was enough to get them through the day or something? I really don't think I'll ever understand the people of this world. Their values all seem to be strange or completely backwards. Rowan thought to himself as he heard a lot of them shouting that they loved Blake. Maybe this is why he never saw Alistair around Blake during these types of things. His dad senses would probably cause him to have an aneurysm.

It was then that he noticed that someone had approached him from the side, having split off from the main grouping of Blake's fans. It was a rather small-looking woman, the bookish type you might expect to see at a library. "Excuse me. You're a Terran, aren't you? Are you here to see Miss Trinity?" The woman asked, curious as to why a Terran had shown up. While it was true that there were fans of Blake from Terra, a majority of the people that, in Rowan's opinion, stalked her were humans from Earth. It was not too strange for the woman to ask why he would be coming to her photo-signing. "Not really. I'm just observing the antics of people that don't have lives." Rowan stated rather coolly, looking off to the side after throwing out his insult. "Well there's no need to be rude!" The woman stated while blowing up like a puffer-fish, a nerve having been struck by Rowan's statement. Perhaps not all humans were prone to enjoying a good verbal berating or found him as endearing as the weirdos from outside.

Sighing, Rowan merely watched the woman stomping her way over to Blake and getting a signature from her, still in a huff as she did so. Glad to see that, at the end of the day, I'm still me. Rowan thought to himself as a pleased smile spread across his face from the reaction he got. It was at that moment that one of the weirdos from outside had walked in, spotting him, and ran as fast as they could in his direction. Not in the mood for this exactly... Rowan thought to himself, and the second they touched him they both blinked out of existence with only Rowan returning there. The man had simply teleported them all the way to the back of the line and put himself back inside of the building. That'll probably do it. Rowan thought to himself, smiling again as he looked over towards Blake and gave her a wave full of confidence. The horrendous action, however, was met with a few people taking a couple steps away from him, feeling that he might erase them from existence or something considering they were still confused about what happened. The book-signing was definitely not the proper place for Rowan to be.

What became a peaceful, quiet moment with no one bothering him quickly developed into Natalia forcing her presence upon him, disgruntling him quite a bit as his eyes narrowed the the dragon kin. Seeing Lucy on her back, Rowan's soon began to suspect that he was about to drag his sister into some horrible plot or turn her into a neanderthal of sorts. The words that she spoke, however, gave a different sort of impression. "Loot, huh? You make it sound like we're going into the forests of Carmillion or something. I could only be so lucky if that were the case." Rowan commented, regret filling him as he realized just how distant he felt from the Akihabara scene. While his appearance matched the town quite well, Rowan's personality was a complete opposition to the feelings and values that all of these people held. Not one of them could probably understand Rowan, and Rowan definitely would not be able to understand the motivations of any of the people at this photo-signing. None of it made any sense to him whatsoever.

Sighing, Rowan shifted his weight slightly and began to rest his hand on the hilt of his sword. "While I was expecting to have a pleasant evening shopping with my sister, you're not entirely unwelcome. It's not like I could just dangle you on a hook or something and come to pick you up later." Rowan commented, referring to Natalia like she was some piece of laundry or a coat one would hang until they were ready to retrieve it again. "Just don't get too chummy... or comfy." Rowan commented, remembering how the woman had snuck into his bed about a week ago when Blake was asleep. Did Natalia even know that Rowan could not sleep to begin with? Rowan, uninterested in that line of though, simply shrugged away the question to himself and placed his hand on Natalia's head. At this point, it would probably become obvious, much like the last time he had placed his hand on Natalia, that the killing intent was no longer forced on her from Gram. "I guess we'll take a different route outside. I'd rather not get mauled by any more people just because of my clothes." Rowan commented, looking around him for a few seconds before leading Natalia through a wall. This was where his ability to turn ethereal really came in handy. It was a quick way to leave a building without anyone really noticing.

Once the two of them were on the other side, they would find themselves in an alley. "We're going to some electronics store, right? Or is it a figurine store? I'm not really familiar with this place.... and maybe that's a good thing." He muttered the last part to himself as he stared around the alley, walking out of one side of it that was a little ways away from Blake's fans. At the back of the line was the woman he had teleported away, which might come as a relief to Natalia if she noticed her. "You know this place better than I do, right? Since you've been here with Lucy quite a bit?" Rowan asked, slightly revealing that he may have been stalking the two of them while they were moving about Akihabara in the past. Rowan was known to watch over his sister, so it was not too unlikely that he had spent quite a bit of time just observing her and the people around her while they were separate in this new world. "Or do you want to lead the way?" Rowan directed the question towards his sister in a slightly gentler voice, indicating that he was trying to be sweet to her.

"A comic shop, huh? I don't really see the point in those things for adults. At that point in your life you can just go out into the Unexplored Region to live that kind of life depicted in those picture books. I get that it's a way to escape for people, but you would think they would be inspired to go out and find Mages or something now that that option was available to them." Rowan commented, reflecting on just how important the comic industry was for Japan and how many people read fantasy novels and comics. Although... I can't say that I want Lucy to run around trying to cast spells on huge monsters trying to save the world or anything like that. So, maybe I understand where they're coming from a little bit... Rowan thought to himself as he wondered whether or not he would truly be okay with Lucy trying to become a Mage or anything of the sort. While he would undoubtedly feel proud, Rowan would also feel an intense amount of worry that might even equal the worry Alistair displays whenever Blake leaves home for the dangerous regions of the world.

"I'm guessing that cosplay is half the reason everyone seems so incredibly interested in my outfit? I realize that it's not casual wear, but I didn't think it'd gather as much attention as it has so far. You would figure the Japanese people would have gotten used to how Terrans dress." Rowan commented as he let out a small sigh. In reality, he did not dress like most people from Carmillion did. In fact, his gear more fit the Yuki-no-Okoku's region due to it being built for extreme cold and the like. The only reason Rowan could wear it in the middle of the day like this was because his belt made him capable of doing so. Its fire resistance was half the reason he could wear whatever he wanted whenever he wanted to. "It's definitely different from the looks I used to get whenever I would walk around town. They would see a shirtless man and instantly walk in the opposite direction, especially when they noticed the jacket I was wearing. Apparently it had become a symbol or something of who I was." Rowan commented as he began to follow Lucy to her favorite shop. At this point, Rowan was simply talking to try and pass the time.

His eyes glided over towards Nat and observed her for a few seconds as he continued to follow behind his sister. "I guess I should feel some sort of pride. Apparently, you turned out pretty well as a maid. When I first brought you back, I made a bet with myself that you'd probably end up trying to collapse the house out of anger or frustration. Instead you're letting a child constantly beat you in arm-wrestling." Rowan commented as the moved along, looking off to the side to feign some sort of disinterest in the subject at hand. "I don't know why you've taken care of everyone like you have been, or why you're trying so hard, but don't think it isn't appreciated." He stated a few seconds afterwards, trying to give some sort of indication that she was not being absolutely ignored by the man. Her efforts, taking care of Lucy, and especially watching over Blake, they were all noticed and acknowledged by him. "But if you keep taking secret pictures of Blake, you're going to have to answer for them." He finished, rubbing his neck slightly as he looked towards her with a rather menacing glare. "I learned how to use social media too..."

"Don't worry, I don't plan to ever compliment you again. So as long as you keep up your usual, lackluster work, then you'll be good." Rowan commented, dismissing her entirely as he threw out a few insults for good measure. That should lower her expectations of him and sort of neutralize whatever comments may be said at a later date. "As long as you're making yourself useful, you'll only be slightly berated on a daily basis. So don't falter too much." He stated afterwards, guaranteeing some rather cruel treatment in the future as opposed to how he would normally act. Maybe Rowan was just sort of sadistic and took pleasure in ruining the days of others. His death had been rather unjust and left him rather spiteful, so maybe that developed into a sort of sadistic personality that wished others to have a genuinely terrible time. Either way, there was probably no changing whatever personality Rowan had developed as a result, even if his Armament turned a stark white color and he was supposedly the wielder of a legendary blade.

His attention was soon caught by something else happening off to the side. Once again, it seemed like a few dragon kin were causing trouble around Japan. Akihabara was probably the place that would have the most difficulty considering the types of people that usually come here. Dragon kin, being tribal people cut off from the rest of Yainder, had trouble adapting to modernized cities like the one they found themselves in. Often they would cause a ruckus due to the nature of their civilization and the focus on physical power over mental attributes. That made a place like this, full of some of the weakest human beings, somewhere far more prone to outbursts from dragon kin and some other races from Yainder. In particular, they seemed to be toying around with one guy who seemed to be with a girl. "Whenever I see dragon kin, I don't really feel any more hatred. The types of things they do even make sense to me, it's part of their culture. Take what you want, when you want. Cause trouble for those that get in your way. Strength is absolute. It's all rather easy to understand. It's not even a bad life to be honest. I just don't think it's the proper life for a lot of people. I prefer it myself because of the kind of life I live now. Weakness is what killed me, and being strong has kept me alive up until now. So when I think about the lifestyles of dragon kin, I sort of wish I could live that way." Rowan commented, watching them for a few more moments. "But then a part of me screams that being a Knight's supposed to be the complete opposite of that. We're strong for the weak, so that people don't die. We're supposed to be strong so others don't have to feel weak. My idealism is in conflict with another. So when something like this happens, I wonder if I should just walk away and let it figure itself out." Rowan commented, slowing down as he wondered what would come of the interaction between these four people he had noticed.

The woman clearly seemed upset... but he wondered if it was real. She seemed genuinely upset. This guy these dragon kin were ridiculing and tossing around must be really important to her if that were the case. There must be some prior value placed on him that she saw, something that drew her to the weaker person. These dragon kin probably would not understand something like that, given how they were raised. That would mean. It'll undoubtedly escalate. Rowan thought to himself, realizing that whatever was about to happen would probably spill out to the rest of the street. With a sigh, Rowan turned his head towards Natalia. "I need to do my job, technically. Do you mind keep Lucy back a bit?" Rowan commented as he casually started walking through the street, a few cars coming to an abrupt halt from the fearless man's sudden crossing. Even if the dragon kin might cause and incident, Rowan was pretty prone to causing a scene as well. Walking, he crouched down and picked up what seemed to be some sort of screw or bolt that had fallen out of something and onto the street.

"Oi oi, you're not gonna step aside or anythin? What's wrong with you guy?" The dragon kin spoke as they spun the man around, throwing him between the two of them and disorienting him. Every now and again the would scratch him with a claw or something, just trying to inflict enough pain to make him scram. "Stop it! Stop hurting him!" The woman yelled at them angrily as the other dragon kin pushed her backwards a little ways, keeping her from interfering with them. "If you wanna do somethin than get stronger, humans." He commented with a smirk just before something small and compact came into contact with his cheek, the force of it sending a shockwave of pain through him as his body was thrown back from the force of the projectile. The only reason it did not blow right through him was due to his thick skin from being a dragon kin. As the young man flew backwards at a high speed, tumbling the entire way, a small screw fell onto the ground and pattered over towards the other one, causing the man to look up and see Rowan having finished the motion of flicking the screw towards one of them.

"What the hell was that? A screw? How the hell did you do that?" The dragon kin asked, less afraid and more curious as to how he put so much force into the object. The man seemed relatively human, except for the orange eyes and metal covering his arm. The style of dress told him he was- oh no. "H... Hey man... That white coat. Um... you aren't-" "Yeah." "Oh, um... well... you see. I was..." "Leaving right?" "Yeah, that's it! So, if you don't mind-" "Here. Let me help you with that." Rowan stated as he joyfully slapped his hand on the man's shoulder and, a flicker later, Rowan flickered back into existence alone. "There we go. That should be about it. Have a nice day." Rowan stated, walking out into the street just to have a car pass through him and come to a screeching halt. The terrified man looked out his window to see Rowan was still in once piece, casually walking to the other sidewalk.

Upon coming back, he looked at Natalia and nodded. "See, I learned how to deal with things like that without really taking sides too much. Only one guy got hurt too." Rowan commented, nonchalantly turning his head to looks towards the unconscious dragon kin that still did not seem to be moving. The man was clearly breathing though. "So, Lucy, are we almost at the shop yet? I think I'll buy you a whole series as well as your favorite one, that way we have more stuff to read and watch." Rowan commented, patting the child on the head as more bystanders stood away from him, clearly frightened about what happens to the people that flicker out of existence. Most probably assumed he just erased them entirely, seeing as how they do not reappear anywhere near the bystanders.

"Whether they're hurt or not is of little consequence. They brought it on themselves by spouting out all that crap about strength being everything. If you ask me, they were just asking for someone to walk up and ruin their day." Rowan commented, looking off to the side rather absentmindedly as he responded to his little sister's statement. In all honesty, Rowan could not care at all if he wanted to whether or not the dragon kin would be permanently scarred for life by the events that just transpired. Due to Gram's innate nature, Rowan, too, had become rather uncaring of the members of the race and general and tended to be rather blunt and inattentive to them. At worse, he was outright hostile to quite a few of them. It took a lot of willpower and maid training to make Natalia not seem like a dragon kin to him and more like just an annoying lizard. "That's right Lucy, feel the disinterest in their well-being." Rowan muttered to himself with a rare smile appearing on his face, proud that his sister had gone from concerned about the dragon kin's health to concerned about where the store they were heading to was. Rowan could not feel any more proud of Lucy in this moment of triumph.

Maybe he should teach Lucy to verbally berate people, mold her into a younger version of him that people had to find adorable. How great would it be if the two of them could bond over calling people out on their crap and trash talking others like there was no tomorrow? Just the thought of it could bring a proud smile to a caretaker's face as they thought about such situations. Yes. When we get back I'll have to work on turning her into a little, evil mastermind. Blake probably won't mind too much, especially since such a mentality might make her life a little bit better in the end. After all, having people like you is just a way to attract people that will inevitably use you for their personal gain. If someone can stand to be around you when you're so verbally offensive, it means that they truly want to keep you at their side. Rowan thought to himself, silently nodding to himself as he tried to relay his own feelings about his relationship with Blake to the task at hand. The fact that she was so willing to be insulted by him fro so long was a testament to this statement.

Eventually, he turned his attention back to Natalia as the three of them began to close in on Lucy's favorite store, his dull eyes landing on her almost accidentally. "So, how are you going to handle the media attention when the world finally finds out that I'm Blake's Knight? It's probably going to cause quite a bit of trouble, isn't it?" Rowan asked, trying to figure out how she was going to go about keeping people from mobbing their house or setting fire to their social media accounts. "I understand that this world is one that thrives off of scandals and the like. So I'm rather curious how you're going to pass off a strange man clad in white armor suddenly moving into Blake's home. Additionally, how are you going to manage keeping all the people away from me so that I don't have to teleport them miles away?" Rowan asked, having already determined the best course of action should anyone try to make him into some social media star. That sort of life was not the one he liked, much to the irony of his former dreams, and he would try to defend his rather plain existence to the death. Whether that was his death, or the death of another, would not be known until such an event might arise.