Investigation (1)
A hospital hallway with all lights turned off.
Slow footsteps resound in the late night.
It was the old gentleman who last obtained the archangel’s compassion at the auction house who opened the hospital room door while raising his shoes.
“How is your body?”
“………”
Even though there was no answer, he took off his hat and sat down on the chair next to the bed.
“Looking at that expression, I think I can understand even if I don’t say it.”
A young woman with frizzy hair hanging down on a bed.
The eyes shining through his hair were gleaming with cold murderous intent.
His dry lips opened slowly, and a cracked voice leaked out.
“Things have failed. And in a very terrifying way.”
“………”
“I never thought I would get hit in the back like this.”
“I’m sorry about Brooke’s death. You have lost a faithful colleague.”
Even in the old man’s opinion, Brooke’s acting skills and loyalty to the expedition were of an unusual kind.
Losing a talented person who can perform perfectly in front of hundreds of people must surely be painful.
The woman was silent for a moment, but then spoke in a cold voice.
“……I don’t want to pay attention to people who are already dead. stuff?”
There is no such thing as a cold-blooded person to be able to remain calm about the death of a colleague with whom he has gone through life and death.
But because she had such a disposition, the old man trusted her more than anything.
“Here it is.”
As the old man said that, he snapped his fingers up, and something appeared behind him, as if a veil had been lifted.
A single wand with impressive wings hanging from both sides.
In contrast, the empty hole in the center of the wand.
It was the pity of the Archangel, a relic that he thought had been completely stolen from the auction house.
“It’s only half a thing now…”
said the old man, putting the wand into the woman’s hand.
A cold yet nostalgic feeling.
muttered Irina Pesfield, the woman who clutched her staff so tightly that her hands turned white.
“It will not go away like this. I will bring back my treasure.”
Now, what does it matter which side has the justification?
Once you start seeing blood, you can’t stop.
The expedition wasn’t too familiar with the city’s rules, but that didn’t mean they were stupid.
Brooke, who worked most actively to treat her injuries, died, so other colleagues will start moving to avenge him.
“First of all, getting your injuries settled. I may not be able to keep a secret as much as the medicine, but I called a doctor who was as skilled as that. You will be satisfied too.”
While saying that, the old gentleman tried to calm Irina’s anger.
“Not only do I highly value your ability to explore ruins, but I also respect your character for caring for your colleagues. As much as you care about the expedition team, I will do my best to help.”
“…I hope you don’t grab me by the ankle.”
Despite the merciless response, Vincent smiled silently.
He also guessed how Brook tried to bring the talisman of medicine.
Also, the way they took it wasn’t very dignified.
But what does it matter.
Things have already gone to the point of being irreversible, and they have made enemies that cannot be left alone.
Debating right and wrong is always something to do after surviving.
Vincent valued the leader of the expedition, who had no compassion but was competent, more than an unknown sorcerer who almost killed her.
