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บท 53: C53: Stalking Dangerous People

"I will accept, only if you count this mission as ten missions," I said.

This would make me eligible for the Expert Exams without spending the next month and a half doing missions all the time. I could use that time more productively.

Father and daughter glanced at each other and seemed to have a whole conversation with just their eyes.

I let them do their thing.

Despite them being more powerful than me, I was the one who had all the cards. After all, it wasn't like they could threaten my family.

My offer wasn't antagonistic or undermining the authority of the clan leader. It was a sketchy thing to ask for. But not something that would go below my clan's moral line, if they even had one.

They just had to fake some things, register my mission score, and make it seem like I had gone on ten missions for the clan. It was an easy request for them.

When the fire was too hot, anyone with common sense would leave the kitchen. So if my clan refused my offer, I would just walk out of the deal.

Delia turned toward me and sighed. "Sure, but not for ten missions. But nine instead."

"That works for me," I nodded, smiling politely.

I already had one mission finished. I had added one more there so Delia could offer a smaller number. At least it would give the illusion that she was still in control.

They probably already knew about my mission record and accepted my unspoken truce.

We were family, and we didn't need to fight each other. Our clan already had more than enough enemies.

"Good, you can have three days of rest. The mission will start whenever you're ready within those three days." Said the clan head.

Oh? So we're playing the game of giving concessions to each other. To assure the others that they were still in control. He was an intelligent man.

Though he didn't seem to handle deals well when he had no leverage, he was probably used to having someone's loved ones as a hostage. When that was the case, it was always easy to win negotiations.

After that, Dalia and I walked out. She explained the gist of the mission. "We have to hunt down a royal guard. If you're stupid enough not to know what a royal guard is, as his name says, he protected the Royal Family, but then he did some crazy stuff. Kidnapping, stealing, racketeering, murder, prostitution. You think it, and he has probably done it."

Her face cringed in disgust, as if she had the moral high ground.

I decided not to mention how except for prostitution, our clan probably did all the other things also. However, I had other concerns.

"Royal Guard? Then sorry, but I'm dropping the mission," I refuted. Those guys were elites, and I had no place in that battle.

Even with Dalia backing me up, I wasn't crazy enough to go against them.

She might have confidence in herself, but I didn't have confidence in her.

"Also, one of the twenty-two Special Exorcists will join us on the assignment."

"Then I will reapply for the mission," I added swiftly.

Special Rank Exorcists had overpowered abilities. Having one of those monsters with us inspired a lot of confidence in me.

"You know. If you keep changing your words like that, what kind of man are you?" Dalia's face was solemn, as if looking down on my lack of honor and bravery.

"A living one," I answered. "Also, a man with common sense. If someone does something that he knows is impossible and doesn't help anyone. Then that's not bravery; that's stupidity."

She stared at me for a couple of silent seconds. Then she chuckled. "You've gotten funner to be around since going to school. What changed you so much?"

"I got a girlfriend."

She froze when I said that, as expected of a low-leveled sibling. So I broke her worries. "Just joking. I'm more concentrated on my studies."

She narrowed her eyes and was about to pull the casual ass-whopping older sibling move when they lost an argument. So I immediately changed the conversation. "Anyways, do we know our target's special ability?"

"We thought we did, but it turned out to be a false lead," she shook her head.

Unknown special abilities were very tricky to fight. That's what made my future knowledge so damn useful.

"Anyways, how long do you plan to rest during your three-day break? I hope you didn't grow up to become spoiled during your stay at the academy," she sent me a mocking smirk.

It seemed like she was asking me if I wanted to rest. But if I said yes, no matter how little time I rested, she would use it as a reason to try and ridicule me. It's an older sibling thing.

"Resting? What're you talking about? We're setting off right now." I needed my training arc as soon as possible. This mission could be a shortcut to that.

Unlike a certain someone and his rival, I couldn't catch up to years of progress within a couple of days. So I had to use shortcuts.

Delia frowned, but she still nodded. "Then let's set off. Do you need a horse?"

"No. But you can take one, if you want to Miss Princess," petty mode 110%. Teasing her was too much fun.

Also, we could run faster than horses and had more stamina. So it would be useless to take horses with us unless we have something to carry. I had Carpy, but he usually slept in my backpack/fish bowl.

Two hours later and we were running through the streets of a small town just outside of our clan compound. The town wasn't too densely populated.

It wasn't strange for big towns to sprout close to exorcist clans. But people probably didn't want to live close to known killers like the Dark Sword Clan. Maybe that's why this town was so small in comparison to others.

We searched around and entered from the backdoor of a rundown inn. But unlike its outward appearance, the inn looked nice on the inside. There was an ancient but very nice feeling about the place. It even had a medieval-looking fireplace.

"Paris!" Delia called out in a harsh and cold voice. It seemed like my words had gotten to her more than I thought. "Paris! Get the hell out here! We're setting off!"

"I'm ready," a woman said from behind us.

Dalia and I jumped forward on instinct and turned around. I had my hand on the handle of my cursed sword while Dalia had two daggers out.

The person who startled us was a woman wearing a business suit, and she had rectangular glasses. She had a strict teacher vibe about her.

Paris, also known as the Exorcist of Judgment. One of the twenty-two Special Exorcists. She was ranked 21st on the power ranking.

But I wasn't discouraged by her low position. Her ability was overpowered when dealing with criminals.

"Dalia, this is the help your criminal clan has decided to send?" Paris didn't mince her words. "What is he doing here? He seems too young to be useful. Does he have some kind of special ability that would help us?"

"He's the member of our clan who held back the Demonic Exorcist," Delia said. She would have probably sent me a smug smirk if Paris wasn't here.

"I see, then he must be quite useful," Paris nodded, fixing her glasses, causing them to shine in the light, which made it impossible for us to see her eyes.

Oh! She's a kindred soul!

Though one thing still bugged me. Why was Paris working with the Dark Sword Clan? She was a justice freak. My clan wasn't the best type of people to be associated with.

"Did your sketchy clan find the information we needed to track him down?" Paris asked. There was a bit of bitterness and hate in her eyes.

Delia probably noticed it but decided not to say anything about it. We were just working together. There wasn't a need to like each other. We only needed to get our job done.

"Yes, he is in Itomori Town, near a volcano. Apparently, he was looking for something," Delia shrugged. She didn't bother hiding her contempt for who we were working with.

"How far is Itomori Town?"

"A couple of days on horseback. We should be able to reach the destination by running, if we choose to do that. But then we won't be in our best condition by the time we're there," Delia tried to deviate the conversation toward choosing to use horses. Almost as if she was preparing something.

"No! While we daddle about, someone could be out there dying. Why? Because of our selfishness!" Paris slammed her hand on the wall, causing a crack despite not using any Ord.

Here was the justice-fueled temper tantrums I was expecting.

Just like that, I traveled with two beautiful girls for hours. Until the sun set and night came about.

We had barely said ten words altogether as we ran. Paris was very serious about her duty. But we finally arrived at our destination.

Itomori Town was big. They had what looked like smaller versions of a skyscraper. People wearing modern clothes walked about. There were TV screens and advertisements on buildings.

We were all a bit tired. Especially me, since I hadn't been training Ord as long as my companions, who had been at it for years.

Dalia glanced at me and then at the Special Exorcist. "We will be resting here."

There was no room for discussion. So Paris nodded. They might not be as tired as me, but they were also weary after such a long journey.

As soon as we registered at the inn, Paris left without saying a word. She presumably went to investigate the crime scene.

"I will go and stalk her a bit," Delia said, jumping out of the window. Curiously, she didn't go after Paris at all. She was instead choosing a different way.

How did I know all that? Because I was stalking Delia. There was still the chance she might decide I was a competitor in the race to become clan head.

Using a Master's specialty, controlling their Ord. I breathed in and out, locked my Ord, and stopped all inner energy flow. Turning presence-less.

After following her for a while, Delia went into the slums and used her Special Ability.

*******

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บท 54: Chapter 54: Difference In Intelligence

As I followed Dalia, she suddenly stopped and looked around.

Had I been discovered? The psycho types always had that crazy sixth sense, like a feral animal.

My heart beat like an engine, and I could taste the tension in the air. Nervous thoughts ravaged my mind.

I didn't want to fight her.

Ord gathered across Delia's fingers, and she dragged her hand across her face. She created a mask resembling a corn bag with two eye holes and stitches around the mask's mouth.

Was she a Creator?

Delia always struck me more like a Warrior. She even used daggers as her primary weapon.

Walking amongst the slums, she waited outside a Casino. Delia didn't stay at the entrance but more at the building next to the Casino, where she could keep a perfect eye on things.

Why was she doing this? Was she waiting for someone?

Whatever it was, I would figure it out soon. Learning her special ability would be helpful no matter how the situation developed. A battle between special ability users was a battle of information.

A man approached her. Since I was observing her from one of the rooftops quite far away, I couldn't hear what they were saying.

She smiled and asked the man to follow her into the alley. The man blushed and followed along with a foolish smile.

Delia came out with a bloody knife not even a second after she went in.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what she had done. She was nonchalant about it and even had a smile on her face, whistling some creepy song as she walked away.

..

After almost an hour, a man wearing a golden yellow suit bumbled out of the casino.

Delia threw her knife and hit the man right through his eye. The tip of the blade came from the back of his skull, the man's remaining eye widened, and he opened and closed his mouth like a fish.

He fell to the ground face-first, pushing the knife even deeper and causing the back of his skull to crack open like a melon.

"Ahhh!" People panicked and ran away.

"W -Who did that?!"

"What the fuck!?"

Delia observed the scene for a couple of seconds and breathed out a sigh. She put her hands in her pockets and casually walked off.

She took out a piece of paper. I couldn't see its contents due to the distance. I didn't have the chance to approach her as she quickly put the paper away.

Next, she went down the red light district with many scantily clad women. Due to her choice of clothing crop top and short jeans that looked almost like short boxers, Delia didn't stand out.

She walked around, and finally, her gaze stopped on a man with golden teeth, a purple fedora, and a cane with an emerald embedded in it.

He screamed at an adult worker, taking some of her money. But whatever he was about to say, he couldn't finish.

The tip of a knife suddenly came out of his eye. A knife had gone hilt-deep on the back of his skull.

"Oh! Ahhh!" The prostitute screamed in panic.

Delia walked away without a worry in the world, whistling another upbeat song.

It was irritating how she wasn't revealing any kind of special ability. All I learned until now was that she was good at throwing knives.

But she didn't stop there; this time, she went to a quieter part of the slums.

Actually, calling it slums would be wrong. As while there were broken-down houses, they were all abandoned. The smell of filth permeated through the place, and rats squeaked.

In the middle of the wreckage of abandoned houses stood a big mansion with broken windows and fences.

There were some guards with crossbows at the front gate. As Delia approached, they pointed their crossbows at her.

Since the area around seemed abandoned, I could hear what they were saying.

"Stop right there, woman!"

"Stop, or we will shoot!"

Before they could spout out any more threats, Delia's hands were a blur, and two knives dug into their throats. Blood spewed out, and the guards fell dead.

What happened next could only be described as a massacre. Screams were rare to come out of people, as Delia was good enough to kill them before they screamed.

There was something about this that made my skin crawl.

Was she hunting these people down for sport?

An average weak person's life had no value. One mediocre exorcist could come and do whatever they wanted, and no one would be able to bat an eye.

"Ahhh! No! No! I will give you whatever you want! Do you want money?! I have a lot of money! I can give you all the money I have!" Said an older man with slicked-back gray hair. He would have looked like an intimidating gentleman if this were any other situation.

Delia didn't have blood on her as she left the mansion. She stared at the mafia guy and chuckled. "You keep offering me just money. People who have only money in this world are quite sad. So I will relieve you of your misery!"

After saying that, Ord gathered around her body in a protective aura.

So she had a Warrior affinity? A hybrid affinity of Warrior and Creator. That was a strong combination.

With a swift motion, she blitzed past the mafia man.

"Huh?" The man was momentarily confused before his head slipped off his neck.

As soon as that happened, a chill ran down my spine. It was as if my body was telling me; a predator had appeared!

The next second, a stream of Ord burst out of Delia. Her inner energy was red and full of malice.

Someone's Ord told a lot about them. Special Abilities often reflect the person's mentality and struggles through life.

Seeing such malicious Ord, I froze in place and suppressed my own Ord as much as possible so she wouldn't notice.

It was like seeing a different side of Delia. The original Kon didn't know just how strange she was. Since he grew up with her and assumed her behavior was normal.

Delia liked dismembering bugs and seeing how long they lived. In some cases, that could be considered a child's curiosity, as she didn't know any better.

Kon remembered when she was ten and he was only six. She killed a cat by chopping its head off with a knife and burying the cat. At the time, she smiled at Kon and told him that cats had nine lives, so she would come back to life.

Whether it was my previous world or this one, cruelty to animals was strange behavior. Despite Delia's mask of normality, she was an abnormal person.

As soon as it came, the malicious Ord disappeared, and Delia started walking back toward the direction of the inn.

It was as if all that happened lasted only a second and was part of my imagination. I quickly rushed from rooftop to rooftop to try and get back to the inn before her.

A raindrop fell on my nose as soon as I jumped a couple of houses. Immediately, I rushed faster, and a downpour began.

Shit!

..

By the time I arrived at the inn, I was soaked.

I needed to change clothes before Delia returned. Or else-

"Where were you?" A hand on my shoulder stopped me from going to my room. Paris' cold gaze peered into me.

It was right then and there that I knew things wouldn't play according to plan.

"I was just walking about. Exploring the place," I gave a vague answer.

"Really?" Her eyes narrowed. "Then tell me what places you visit, their names, and what you bought."

Shit! Shit! Shit! She's too cautious! No matter what I told her, she would probably double-check.

I shrugged my shoulders, pushing her hand away from it. "I was just walking about. Who would remember the name of every shop they visited? This is also my first time here. If you're suspicious, you can just ask the locals."

No street vendor would remember each of their customers. My facial features are so plain that my description would fit many people. Thankfully I didn't have streaks of purple in my hair.

"Hmmm, is that so?"

"Yes, it is," I turned to look at her; her clothes stuck to her skin, and water droplets fell from her hair. She was drenched too! Now was an excellent time to deflect! "What about you? Where have you been?"

"Investigating the crime scene," she answered without missing a beat. "In the third center, to the Cocoon Jackets Shop. I asked the vendors many questions about a kidnapping a week ago. So they should remember me if you ask them."

So she was investigating. I could have guessed that. Her overpowered ability had some nasty conditions it needed to fulfill. The stronger an ability, the stronger the restrictions were.

The limitations on her abilities were some of the harshest I knew of. But at the same time, the effects of her ability were some of the strongest.

"By the way, when I asked you the first question. Why did your pulse rise?" She showed me her hand. "When I touched your shoulder, I felt your heartbeat."

Damn it! I'm screwed!

"So, care to explain why your heart was beating so fast when I asked you where you had been?" Paris' eyes turned cold. "What did that fastened heartbeat mean? Were you nervous?"

You already knew the answer, you bitch. I hate intelligent characters!

*******

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