The Archangel of Death - Chapter 93

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===== Chapter 93 During my and the first elder’s exchange, the woman who came with him stood on the side like a meek duck, terrified of her wits.

Something tells me she wasn’t brought here using conventional means but more of an advanced approach like an old man storming her castle.

“And you must be Teressa Rodor.

Allow me to offer my deepest apologies for what you have been through.

If you give me a few moments of your time, you will have something very precious in your hand in a few hours.” I addressed her and said everything in one breath.

She was confused at all of my intentions at once but she was quick to pull herself through.

After all, the terrified part still didn’t change.

A calamity was still standing next to her.

She hurriedly went down on one knee to greet me.

Although women don’t kneel but curtsied by lifting their dress while bowing a little.

I guess she was a little nervous with all going on around her.

“You can stand now and follow me.” I simply said to which she nodded and all three of us made our way to the main villa and headed straight for the guest room.

“Now Lady Teressa, I will ask you some questions and I would appreciate it if you answer them honestly,” I said to which she nervously nodded because the old man just had to sit next to her.

“Now I understand that Duke Rodor was previously married to a woman who died.

Can you tell me the details of that?

How did she die?

When did she die?

And how was the Duke’s son, Jack, involved?” I began with a string.

She nodded and began to answer, “Her name was Sierra.

She was from a noble background…..” Teressa began to tell me everything she knew to the point every question of mine was close to being answered.

Just then, another realization dawned upon me and I asked, “Was the duke somehow involved with that too?” “He was.” Teressa simply replied and added an elaboration after that.

As soon as her explanation ended, I and the first elder looked at each other gravely.

“Rickston.” He gravely spoke before disappearing from his spot.

However, I knew that it was too late to go after him.

If his network was as extensive as I believed it to be, then he must already know that the first elder was in Bellator City.

The man I met was careful enough to take it as a sign to flee.

“Thank you for your time.

You can remain here as a guest.

Please wait for our return first.” I said to Teressa while walking out of the villa and headed straight towards the eastern barracks where Jack Rodor was but with an extra destination along the way.

I had somewhat figured out the motive and the answer lay with the first victims, or should I say, victims.

===== “Are you sure about this?” Desmond asked while I observed Jack from the other side of the room.

It was sort of a two-way mirror system only here they used a mana crystal for visual purposes.

“For now nothing can be said,” I replied.

Was it Jack or Rickston?

I was racking my brain when the atmosphere around me changed.

Something intangible traveled throughout the room.

Mana.

I turned to see everyone shocked and scared out of their wits.

The first elder had graced us with his presence and everyone was scared like cats.

Scaredy cats.

Anyway, “Found him?” I asked.

“No.” He replied which was all he needed to say and all I needed to understand.

We now only have the option of a confession because even though I have proof, it could be very well refuted as someone testifying for the sake of their own well-being.

I mean, who is to say that Teresa didn’t testify to take over the estate and get rid of the competition for her own children?

So keeping these in mind, getting a confession was the only way.

Of course, getting it was a different story altogether because if the son was anything like the father, then it would be very difficult to make him fess up.

‘Guess I will go with the option of being a scumbag then.’ I opened the door and went in.

There he was, sitting straight without a trace of anything on his face.

His face conveyed no emotion and even his eyes were emotionless.

This was going to be very difficult.

“Good evening, Mister Jack.

Before we begin, I would like to ask a few simple questions.” I began and spoke.

He scrutinized me with his gaze for a little while before he nodded.

“Good.

For starters, can you tell me your full name, age, and rank, both blessed and noble?” I began with simple questions to get things started.

He stared at me for a while before he said, “Jack Rodor.

Age 27, B+ rank, Duke lineage.” He replied, staying on the point.

He was even precise in his ranking.

Normally a noble’s son would explain his title in detail but he was staying to the point so I couldn’t catch anything in his answers.

“I see.

Now can you tell me your father’s name, rank, and affiliation?” I asked next.

Again, after staring at me for a while he replied, “Rickston Rodor.

Rank S+.

Duke of the Cortum Empire.” He again replied to the point, leaving no opportunity for me to ask a question.

Of course, in such basic questions, I couldn’t find a question anyway.

“And is he a Grand Duke like the former head of the Rodor house?” I asked.

“No, he is not.” He replied.

There was a difference between a duke and a Grand Duke.

Blessed rank was an obvious requirement, but the other requirement was the service to the Lux family.

Like Richard had accomplished very meritorious deeds during the wars of the Cortum empire and was granted the status of not only a simple duke but a Grand Duke.

Currently, there is only one Grand Duke right now but there were three in previous generations.

One of them was the grandfather of Jack Rodor.

“Now, please state your mother’s name, rank, and affiliation,” I asked next.

This was it.

The beginning of my scummy plan.

He flinched this time.

It was a small tremble but I was very attentive to miss such an important detail.

“Teressa Rodor.

Rank A+, Duke’s wife.” He replied but that wasn’t what I was asking.

He knew that too hence he replied that way.

“I understand that Teressa Rodor is your second mother.

I would like to know the name of your birth mother.” I rephrased my question.

He again flinched but it wasn’t any greater than before.

“She’s dead.” He simply replied to which I simply countered, “I still would like to know her name.” “She’s dead.” He was consistent but so was I, “I understand but I want to know what her name was.” “She’s dead.” Once again the same reply.

And that is how the game between me and him went on for a while.

Each time I would ask, his tremble would enhance by a micro level until it got to the point that he was clenching his fists underneath the table.

There still wasn’t any apparent expression on her face though but his clenched fists were enough to tell me he was angry.

Good, he’s rattled.

“Please tell me her name, her affiliation, and her rank.” I once again said to which he finally gave in although with a little anger in his voice.

“Sierra Rodor.

Rank S-, Duke’s wife, the former lady of the Bianc House.” He replied word by word while gritting his teeth mid-sentence a few times.

But if he thought that that was it, he was severely wrong.

“I see.

Then can you please tell me how she died?” I asked.

He froze on the spot.

He didn’t react, move, or do anything.

He just sat there, wide eyes, and kept staring at me.

It was slowly sinking in.

The memory of his mother was coming back.

Slowly every detail was refreshing from the moment when he first remembered her to the moment of her death.

It was a cruel thing to do but I had no sympathy for a serial killer.

Finally, after a few minutes, when he didn’t move and just took short breaths in between, I asked again, “Can you please tell me how she died?” He didn’t reply once again.

Once again his movements were none for a while before I asked again, “How did she die?” “WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING THAT?!!!” He roared and stood up.

I wasn’t rattled.

He was under proper restrictions.

His mana was restricted so he couldn’t do anything.

At most, his hits would have the same damage as a C+ rank which I could very handle.

Even his hands and feet were bound by chains.

“Please calm down.

This is a standard investigation procedure.

Please calm down and answer the question.” I calmly replied while he was huffing and puffing while looking at me with clear anger in his eyes.

“You… YOU… YOU!!!

I WILL KILL YOU!!!” He tried to attack me but was restrained by the chains around his arms.

“Please sit back in your seat and answer the question.” I once again calmly replied.

“Gahhh!!!” He growled and leapt at me but it was no use.

He was restrained and couldn’t do anything except act like a chained animal.

I let him do so for a while.

The more he did so, the more his mental state would become vulnerable to my psychological attacks.

After a few minutes, he calmed down and said with his hands on the table and head down so I couldn’t see his face, “Just wait.

Once I am out of here, I will kill you.” “Like you killed Aurora and Maya?” I said in return.

I couldn’t see his face but after a while after I said that, he started laughing.

His laughter went on for a while and then, still amidst small chuckles, he replied, “So that’s what it is.

You have nothing and are just trying to make me confess.

But too bad.

I don’t even know the owners of those names.” Aurora and Maya were the twin sisters and his first victims.

Everyone remembers their first kill.

Especially a psychopath like him.

“How did your mother die, Jack?” I repeated my question from earlier.

He froze again but this time didn’t lose himself to anger.

He stared at me with fury seething in his eyes and said, “I will kill you.

I will kill you.” He kept repeating this chant until I asked after a few minutes again, “How did she die, Jack?” “Aarrggghhhh!!!!” Another animalistic growl emitted his mouth but he wasn’t trying to attack me this time.

He was just holding himself back with great difficulty.

I could see it, slowly but surely, he was getting used to it.

The new type of anger.

Rationality was returning.

It was bad for me but I still had a few cards to make him lose even more control.

I just had to wait.

Striking right now won’t yield any results.

Once the mindset of confidence is established back, I will break it again.

And then when he gains it back, I will shatter it once again.

I will break him down completely.

He sat back down, controlled his breath, and stared at me without emotion just like he was looking at me at the start.

“How did your mother die, Jack?” I repeated my question.

“I don’t remember.” He replied, this time successfully controlling himself.

“You don’t remember?” I asked.

“I don’t.

I was very young.

Nothing but a child.” He replied.

“Where were you then?” I asked next.

“I don’t remember.

But I wasn’t at my castle then.” He replied.

“You weren’t?” I asked.

“Yes.” He answered.

“Then do you know the details of the murder of your mother?” I asked next.

He flinched but controlled himself and replied, “No.

I don’t.” “Would you like to?” I asked which froze him.

Haha.

He thought it was over but I was ready to begin this vicious cycle again.

If he doesn’t answer, I will make him answer and in doing so, make him confess.

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