The Archangel of Death - Chapter 83

83: Mission investigation (2) 83: Mission investigation (2) Chapter 83 I exhaled a lengthy sigh and stood up, “So sorry to take your time like this Vincent.

I know that you went through a tragic experience and don’t deserve to be held here for that.

I truly apologize for putting you through all this.

You’re free to go.” He didn’t move at all at my words but I was done here.

I did have a last piece of advice for him though.

“Try to marry a good one this time,” I said nonchalantly before moving out of the room.

[Why question him at all?] ‘Because I wanted to make sure he wasn’t the one who summoned the spirit.’ Spirits are sometimes weak and can’t materialize but if they are supplied with a strong will in the form of summoning, they can materialize stretching the limits of their bounds.

I was worried it was his will that brought the ghost to the material plane but from the looks of it, he didn’t even have such a thought.

So it seems the ghost met some conditions to materialize itself.

It has to be in the pattern of the wife.

So I will have to cross-check all the cases from the past wherever this painting has been.

If similar cases have happened, then the pattern is in clear sight.

“Why did you let him go?!” The captain asked me furiously.

“He was our only suspect!” “Wrong.” I simply and calmly replied.

“He was your only suspect.

My vision isn’t so narrow.” I berated him and pointed out his incompetency at the same time.

He was quick to shut up at my serious demeanor along with everyone else.

“Take me to the city hall.

We need that information.” I instructed Tanisha who was standing on the side, not knowing whose side to take in this tense situation.

“Since you don’t need our help, the militia will take ourselves off this case.” The captain loudly announced in fury.

“Take me to the city hall.” Completely ignoring him, I instructed Tanisha again.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?!” He yelled again.

I, being a rational and collected person, replied, “I did.

But the city militia is not to assist us but obey us.

Wasn’t that the order issued by the academy?” I wasn’t asking.

I was telling.

They were beneath us so they just had to shut up and obey.

However, the captain felt humiliated.

I have been doing it ever since I came here so it’s understandable that it piled up like this.

But, that isn’t a reason for him to act out.

Shut up and swallow.

That is the job of sh*ts like this.

“You!!!” His teeth screeched from how hard he gritted them.

His eyes relayed how much fury he currently felt.

That would also explain the next swing he took at me.

But, isn’t that too pathetic?

[Deraac] [Rank C-] Huh.

I tiredly exhaled a sigh, conjured a few magic canons, and shot them at one place where I knew it would hurt the most, where his only masculine characteristic remained.

“Sayonara.

May you live peacefully in the afterlife.” I quietly mumbled at his groin before all the magic canons moved in and… “AHHHHHHH!!!!!!” A scream that struck at the souls of those who heard it.

The men who were watching and who weren’t watching as well felt that pain.

The women, who were watching couldn’t believe the amount of pain in that scream.

A scream that now ended a future and increased the workload of this poor man’s superior, the major.

[May his soul rest in peace] ‘Amen.’ Everyone was so shocked that even the people of the militia forgot to react when their captain was assaulted.

Of course, it was he who assaulted me first but this is one of the cases where the victim is considered, not the assailant.

By the time the militia came to, hundreds of magic canons were already in the air around me, ready to strike anyone who acted against me.

My companions came back to reality as well and they also withdrew their weapons, showing the intent to attack anyone from the barracks.

Seeing us ready and seeing the damage my magic canons could do, the men in the militia were very much hesitant to come forward while the females weren’t in that much quantity in the first place so in summary, no one came forward for their captain.

Ah, the poor him.

Anyway, “Now that we are finished here, how about you take us to the city hall?” I asked again, this time with no seriousness on my face but a sweet and beautiful smile yet I don’t know why a shiver ran through Tanisha visibly.

Maybe she’s cold.

“Ye… Yes.” She replied with a brief stutter and then stepped over the captain to walk towards the door.

===== “Why is everyone trying to mess with me everywhere I go?” I asked the clerk who just informed me of very bad news.

Now I came here already dealing with a prick trying to get in my way and now here is another one, thinking that just because he is under the academy’s protection, I can’t flaunt my imperial authority here so he decided to mess with me.

“You… You are simply misunderstanding, sir.

As you know I am alone here and the records you are asking for are a hundred and fifty years old.

It would be very difficult for me to do it so shortly.” He gave a lengthy explanation that I wasn’t very least interested in.

“Is that so?” But it was somewhat logical so I simply asked to make both our work easier.

“Then guide us to the relevant records and we will find them ourselves.” By we, I actually meant me because I doubted my teammates would have ever buried themselves in paperwork.

“Yes.

Of course.” He hurriedly replied and led us to the section that held the record of families from a hundred and fifty years ago.

“You can all take a break for the night.

Come back here in the morning.” I said to my teammates who were staring agape at the amount of paperwork presented before them.

“Are… Are you sure?” Layla asked hesitatingly.

I chuckled and replied, “Yeah, I’m sure.” Immediately nodding, Zefton was the first one to leave, and then Asmara.

Eric also left seeing Asmara leave so that only left me with Layla who was still hesitating.

“You can go too; you know?” I said.

She nodded but replied, “It’s okay.

No harm in trying something new.” “All right.

Suit yourself.” I replied and we got to work.

In the first hour, I had almost scoured through one-fourth of the work while Layla had at most read through three files.

She seemed to be going through something specific.

“Can I ask you something?” She asked after some time when she got bored.

“Sure,” I replied and continued to read.

“How did you know about the husband not being the killer?” she asked.

“Everything has a pattern.

The questions are asked taking account of your opponent’s expression.

If you manage to ask a question according to the pattern, then all the following questions follow that pattern.” I answered.

A human being can’t help but show their true emotions if all the correct buttons are pressed.

To find the correct button, make sure you pay extra attention to their expressions.

An amateur like the earlier guy couldn’t hide his emotions even though it seemed like his emotions were dead.

Of course, if it had been a skilled assassin or a person like me who has learned to mask his emotions all his life, it would have been very difficult to apply this theory then.

“You seem like you have done this a lot.” She remarked.

The intention behind her comment was clear.

She was suggesting how I could have done this if my memory loss happened just a year ago.

The problem here is that, unlike the usual characters in this scenario, I have no intention to hide the facts around me.

First of all, it isn’t logical to assume my situation and even if it is, they can’t do anything about this.

“I have been doing this for a long time,” I replied and got back to work.

“You also seem very patient.” She commented next.

“You learn these things when you are in constant danger,” I replied.

It was better to let her assume her own scenario.

It’s not like I lied anyway but telling the exact truth would either paint me a lunatic or she wouldn’t believe me in the first place.

“The imperial family sure is hectic, huh?” She commented in reply.

As expected, that’s what she assumed and I had no intention of correcting that mistake.

But what the imperial family tried against me could be called teasing me flirtingly while what I have been through, her imagination couldn’t even begin to fathom.

“What about you then?” I asked.

“Why are you here?” She hesitated at my question and her reluctance was showing that she wasn’t that interested in pursuing this subject.

“Let me guess, Zefton?” I asked, putting my earlier theory to work.

“You really are good at this.” She replied in return with a slight chuckle.

“You’re right.

He is trying very hard to pursue me.

He doesn’t have any bad intentions, that much I can see but the problem is…” She railed off at this point.

“But you don’t want to take that risk.” I completed her sentence for her.

“Mhm.

The first time was also very sincere in the beginning, but the moment I became the apostle candidate, everything changed.” She recounted her story.

“And the change wasn’t good, was it?” I asked, completing her sentence again.

“Mhm.” She replied, ending this topic.

Silence fell again and I kept on looking through everything.

I had found out everything about the family, now I was looking for what the motive regarding this could be.

What was manifesting the spirit in the first place?

“You know,” Layla said again after some time, and once I turned my attention to her, she continued, “Before this, I thought men were scum but it seems women aren’t far behind either.” “What do you mean?” I asked.

Women don’t easily find faults with other women.

If she is saying that, then there must be something she found.

“Well, after hearing the husband’s story, I looked into the similar families that had the paintings and I found out, all the families that had them, their wives committed adultery.

Of course, there were men as well but the majority were women.” She explained her comment.

I hurriedly stood up and took the files she had picked up.

Each and every one of them was a case of infidelity.

The investigation showed all of this.

And the murder M.O.

was also the same.

There weren’t many so the pattern couldn’t be stuck but it seems if someone had dug deep enough, the case was crystal clear.

“Find out if the wife of the butcher, the Farfalle patriarch did the same as well or not,” I instructed and I got to do the same myself.

It wasn’t long before I uncovered the testimony given by the butcher Farfalle during the investigation.

The pattern was the same.

His wife was murdered.

He was the main suspect.

His testimony exposed his wife’s infidelity cases and that was considered the cause for his motivation to butcher his wife.

[Don’t you find it weird?] ‘Find what weird?’ [There is no testimony of the adopted daughter] ‘Her age could be an issue.’ [There isn’t even a mention of her in the entire investigation] An imaginative light bulb turned on in my head.

“Get everyone and get to the mansion to secure the painting.

Take it to a church or another holy spot.” I instructed hurriedly and left for the clerk myself.

“The possessions of the Farfalle family, except for the painting, everything else was stored, correct?” I asked.

He was startled at my question and after a brief checkup, he replied, “Yes.

The possessions of the Farfalle family are kept in the warehouses of the main barracks of the militia.” I hurriedly left for the barracks where the possessions were left.

In the painting that Allison asked me to concentrate on, there were three main things that I noted.

An adopted daughter, a cleaver, and a diary with the stamp of the Farfalle family.

The diary of the patriarch.

I had a strong feeling that all the answers I was looking for were in there.

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