Chapter 112 Investigation
The dispute over the naming conventions for magical tools was temporarily put aside. Orel stood by the window behind him, wide open. The wind and snow howled, whipping the curtains back. The assassin still exuded a chilling, terrifying lingering murderous intent. His iron-blue eyes seemed like those of a ferocious beast lurking in the darkness, and the scent of blood trailed like a scarlet shadow behind him.
Blood Shadow Orel, the most notorious assassin in history since the end of the century. His enemies are terrified by his name. It is said that no one can escape his twin swords, not even saints.
"Close the window." Nova frowned at him rudely: "All the snow has come in. You are responsible for cleaning the dirty floor yourself."
The assassin glanced at him gloomily, but saw no movement. Suddenly, the window behind him slammed shut with such a loud bang that even the cups and instruments on the table shook.
"You have to pay for broken glass," the professor added coldly.
Ole: “…”
He really doesn't get along with this guy.
"What do you want me to do?" He tried his best to control himself and communicate with people in the shortest sentences.
"Investigating a dead man." Nova stared at him expressionlessly.
From the assassin's perspective, half of the tyrant's face was submerged in shadow, and the part that was barely illuminated by the light reminded him of the vast and desolate eternal ice field in the far northern country of Forlos - pale, cold, and devoid of human life.
"Circe, a virgin from Etiro, was murdered three months ago by a drunken student, Bill Fam, from the Saint Bartolomeo Warlock Academy." His voice was calm, even when he was recounting a shocking rape and murder case: "On the afternoon of the incident, she was 'serving the gods' at the local Temple of Love. Bill Fam drunkenly barged in. She refused his 'blessing,' so Bill Fam left in anger. That evening, as Circe and the other priestesses were resting after their shift, he brutally raped and murdered her."
"I've heard of Bill Fam. He's also dead, killed by a civilian student from White Tower University." The assassin frowned in disgust, not knowing who he was targeting. "You ordered that civilian student, and now you want me to destroy the evidence?"
"...He wasn't killed by my students." Nova looked at him coldly. "Use your brain. If you believe in the Inquisition of the Radiant Church, why not jump out the window now, walk straight for about 300 meters, and then turn right. That place is more suitable for you."
Azuka was silent for a moment: "...I remember there was an ice lake there?"
"That's right, then break the ice and jump in to feed the fish," the professor said, his words so venomous they could send a venomous snake fleeing in panic. "Perhaps this will clear your smooth, tiny brain a little. Even if it can't, at least it can still play a final role, like becoming a tiny part of the biological cycle."
...You can't beat him, you can't beat him, you can't beat him.
Ole took a deep breath, forcing himself to suppress the urge to punch him. This guy was incredibly fragile, and a single blow might kill him. Blood Shadow Ole wasn't going to bother with a weak, ordinary person—yes, that was it. It had absolutely nothing to do with his smiling friend beside him.
"Bill Fam was killed by a classmate. I'm pretty sure the perpetrator was involved. It wasn't just him; the Temple of Eros was also involved. But there's something strange. The murderer apparently has no connection to the Temple of Eros. Why would they team up to frame me? I can't get any more information in White Tower Town."
The professor dug out a large sheaf of paper from his desk and handed it to Orel. The assassin reluctantly took it and glanced at it, discovering a trove of identification data for noble children and their itineraries before and after the incident—who knew how this guy had gathered and inferred all that.
"Someone's keeping an eye on Baita University. I can't leave Baita Town for long, so I need you to help me find out the truth." The professor tapped the desk with his knuckles. "I assume this shouldn't be too difficult for you, and it won't result in anyone dying."
"That guy doesn't have legs? Why don't you use him?" Ole pouted at his friend. Azuka's eyes narrowed slightly, but before he could say anything, the assassin mocked him unscrupulously, "True. After all, he's responsible for making sure you don't get beaten to death because of that mouth. What a heavy responsibility."
"...Ore," the savior smiled and said softly and gently, "It's okay. I can also make sure that I won't beat you to death later."
He repeatedly took the initiative to provoke others, and the professor didn't take it too seriously for his sake, but did this bastard really think that he had become more tempered because he had no sword in his hand?
The assassin sneered, and two crescent-shaped swords instantly appeared in his left and right hands. He looked eager to try, "Really? Why don't you give it a try?"
"—Excuse me, both of you."
"...You really don't have a good memory." Azuka sighed softly. The smile on his face remained unchanged, but a cold and majestic aura gradually emanated from his body, like a howling wind on a snowy night in the wilderness - then someone grabbed his collar and pulled him down, which actually made him stagger.
"Second warning," Nova said condescendingly, his face darkening as he raised his chin towards the Savior, staring at him in astonishment. "Don't fight in my room."
The professor's tone was soft, but if his students had heard, they would probably be terrified to the point of tears and trembling. "If anyone dares to break anything of mine again, even a pen—I swear I will poison him. It will cause vomiting and diarrhea that will only be excreted through natural metabolism."
The villain stared grimly at the assassin's livid face and slowly uttered his final threat: "—Then I'll make him take off his clothes and run naked around Baita University in a hallucination. I mean what I say."
He even smiled softly: "If you don't believe me, just give it a try."
The two protagonists: "..."
Azuka was the first to react. He obeyed the pressure on his collar, leaned over, and said cunningly and softly, "Of course, my sir."
He promised with a smile, "I will keep an eye on that guy Ole and won't give him the chance to cause any trouble to you."
Ole, who was standing by, widened his eyes in shock and anger: "You despicable——"
The male protagonist completely ignored his companion's impotent rage and gently smoothed the messy black hair back from the forehead of the person in front of him. "I'm going out now to 'deal' with some interpersonal relationships. I should be back soon. It's getting late. Can you promise not to drink coffee behind my back?"
"...You're so annoying." The other person couldn't help but frown at him.
The despised savior remained expressionless: "Professor?"
"...Got it." Nova said reluctantly, "We're out of milk for tomorrow morning's coffee. Please bring me a bottle when you come back. Thank you."
Azuka couldn't help but rub the back of his neck, "Okay, I'll remember that."
"It's 'OK, I'll keep that in mind.'"
After leaving Baita University, the two found a remote and deserted open space, set up a barrier, and successfully fought each other. Even though Ole was injured, he couldn't resist the desire to be sarcastic - but this bastard came at him with every move, as if he really disliked his face.
"Hiss—are you fucking crazy?!" The assassin was hit by someone without paying attention. He covered his eyes and grimaced, "You said you wanted to capture one..."
He swallowed those shocking words and took a few steps back with a gloomy expression. "Did that guy lie to you? You knew exactly who he would be and what he was capable of - how could you trust him so unconditionally?"
It wasn't just that he had no grudges against her - Ole couldn't explain it, but the look his friend occasionally gave that man made him feel terrified.
Out of some tacit understanding, neither of them used spells or weapons, relying solely on fists and feet. This reminded Orel of the time when they first got along.
He had just learned that the escaped slave he had rescued wasn't a gentle, timid, pretty girl, but a man. By the time he realized what was happening, the man had already exploited his unique status to ruthlessly and decisively eliminate the bishop who had kidnapped him. Their methods were so brutal that they significantly impacted the entire human trafficking business in Port Morris, sending the Bloody Duke into a rage.
The young boy Orel, who felt that his sympathy had been deceived, was also very angry. In the final analysis, it was his own fault that he was blinded in the first place. Besides, the guy's choice of revenge was "just", and he succeeded in angering the old man. He was happy as long as he could annoy the old man.
After struggling for a long time, the young man Orel couldn't swallow this humiliation and had to target the person from then on. However, the other party was not easy to deal with. After tolerating him a few times, he started to fight back and made him suffer a lot without making a sound.
After all, Orel was the only son of the Bloody Duke, and most importantly, he was gifted. Although his father was cold-blooded and ruthless and almost killed him several times, he was accustomed to being flattered by his clansmen and playmates of the same age since he was a child. Perhaps in the eyes of his friends at the time, he was just a arrogant and domineering young master who didn't know his place.
After completely falling out, the two of them had a big fight. It was quite embarrassing to say. The slave boy, who looked slender and weak and was criticized by him as a girl, turned out to be so ruthless that he didn't care about his life. He was actually frightened by the terrifying madness in the other's eyes for a moment, and ended up being pinned to the ground and beaten, with a bruised face and several teeth broken.
The extremely competitive young genius regarded it as a lifelong shame at the time - of course he got used to it later.
It's so funny. They never won. They kept fighting and losing, but they kept fighting. As they fought, a friendship gradually developed between them.
"I know who he is, and this is a choice he and I made together."
When Ole came to his senses, he heard his friend's calm and gentle reply: "It is you who are prejudiced against him and know nothing about him. You even insist on turning a blind eye and a deaf ear, like a deaf and blind person."
"...I can only admit that the current tyrant at least looks like a living person with emotions." The assassin slowly frowned. "But do you know what you're saying?"
"...I just know you're going to say something that'll make me beat the crap out of you again," Azuka replied coldly.
However, his friend, who had been warned, still looked like he deserved a beating and sneered without restraint, "Your Highness, you are acting like a naive and rebellious noble girl who is only thinking about running away with a poor boy with sweet words."
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