Vana's POV
“Here it goes,” I said.
I flipped the journal, skimming through its pages first before going back to the front page. From a quick scan, I noticed the messy yet organized writing style of Detective Clorence, written in black and red ink.
Journal entries were labelled with numbers and dates, some bulleted while others are in paragraphs. There were also a lot of sticky notes here and there, but I quickly ignored it as I go back to the front page of the journal.
A letter slips out between the pages of the journal as I flip through it, falling to the floor amidst my skimming of the journal. Yuna reacted as it falls, picking it up from the floor in no time to see who it came from. Jerome rushed between us with curiosity and desperation, peering over my shoulder.
“What did you see?” Jerome asked, eyes going back and forth between me and Yuna.
<Vana's POV Jerome and Yuna peered on each of my shoulder, reading the journal entry as we start to search for the truth. The journal entry was about the time Master Sergis and Master Ashmere met with Detective Clorence secretly. According to the entry, Detective Clorence met the two masters at the same day in two different times. He met Master Ashmere in the early morning at his office, while Master Sergis met him at a bar at night. “Is the reason for their request written?” Yuna asked. I nodded, my finger pointing at the part of the entry where their reasoning was written. From Detective Clorence’s understanding, the reason why the masters wanted to investigate the cases again was because Chairman Zerondale chose to close the case because there was no concrete evidence. The case was closed, with no culprit or suspect being apprehended or arrested. Know
Vana's POV “He killed his student,” Yuna muttered, her voice full of disdain against the truth. The fact that Yuna mentioned sank into my bones as I realize how far the Chairman is willing to go to get what he wants. First, the Dragon Egg and the Igneus conspiracy. Now, the Serpent and Scorpion case. It makes me wonder if the two cases are connected after all. Why would Chairman Zerondale want to be the Chairman so badly that he went as far as hurt his friends? To murder someone? Why would he go as far as steal the Dragon Egg? I went back to the journal, eyes reading the next journal entry. It was the third entry in regard to the Serpent and Scorpion case. The journal entry was written two days after the second entry, and six days after the first entry. The entry was short, with only the summarized version of what’s in store for us in the next page. Detective
Vana's POV “What the…? How is Chairman Danuel’s death related to this case?” “What are you talking about?” I asked with a baffled look, brows furrowed at Jerome. “The entry was written two months after the case, and a month after father started the investigation. The same time as Chairman Danuel’s death,” Yuna stated, answering my question. “And?” I wondered. “The carriage accident that resulted to the death of Chairman Danuel is the same carriage accident where former duchess Zeraphine was thought to have been killed,” Jerome stated, dropping a bombshell. “What?” Yuna and I exclaimed in unison. “It says here, Duchess Zeraphine and Chairman Danuel got in an accident that resulted to their deaths,” Jerome read, quoting Detective Clorence’s written words. But Ms. Zeraphine did n
Vana's POV I paused for a moment to let the written words sink into my head. I remind myself that Chairman Zerondale and Detective Clorence are mentor and student. I had to remember that Chairman Zerondale is Detective Clorence’s mentor. I’m sure the two had a close relationship; one that is filled with trust and memories. For Detective Clorence to say these words would be of great challenge. The fact that the Detective had the determination and conviction is what made me aspire to be him in the first place. And the fact that he was willing to stop and apprehend his own teacher and mentor, is a heartbreaking thing to witness. Most especially, the feeling of being killed at the hands of your own teacher can feel worse than death. A nightmare I wish that I would never have to go through. In silence, I flipped over to the next page, with Jerome and Yuna heaving breaths in a quie
Vana's POV “What will be our next move?” Jerome asked, raising a scorned brow. I glanced over him, pondering over his question. My mind lingered at the raw emotions of sympathy to Detective Clorence, unable to relieve myself of the feeling. I erased these thoughts away, focusing on Jerome’s question. “We should inform Jerome about everything once we’re back. His Majesty will know the right call to make,” I stated. We work for the King now and only he can give us orders. And if anyone would know how we should proceed in all of this, it would be Gregory. “Gregory would be shocked if he hears of this. My only wish is that he controls his expression in front of Chairman Zerondale once he learns of the truth,” Yuna stated, sighing in concern. “Is Gregory not good in acting?” Jerome wondered. “He’s bad at hiding his expression or emotio
Vana's POV The carriage we rode on our way back to the capital past through the noble societal circle around the palace, driving through the main road where mansions and manors of the noble class were built. Elegant carriages and lavish-looking nobles trailed on the path and the sidewalk, living a whole different life from ours. “It’s my first time in this part of the city,” I mumbled, taking in the noblesse scenery outside the carriage window. “I’m rather over with it,” Yuna scowled, snarling as she glances at the window. “Outside these premises, people are suffering in poverty and survival, and yet these nobles are living as though none of those exists.” “You’re a noble, too, though, right, Yuna?” Jerome pointed. “I am, but unlike those ignorant fools, I know firsthand the reality of this world and this kingdom. I’ve seen it with my own eyes,” Yuna re
Vana's POV “Let me locate those places,” Gregory volunteered, hands propped flatly on top of the table. I nodded as a response to Gregory, letting him do what he can to it. He rolled up his sleeves up as he held a pencil and a compass in his hands, lowering his body. I gazed down on the map as I search for the palace and the guildhall, unable to find any of their landmarks as I realize that the map was the map of the kingdom. “Don’t we have a map of each territory? The range of the kingdom map is vast for us to pinpoint the location,” I pointed, eyes squinting as I realize the wrong thing we’re doing. “What maps do we need?” Yuna asked, striding to the door. “I’ll fetch it for us.” “One map of the Glymoke territory, the East Coast, Archborn City, the City of Eriflame and the surrounding territories between these four,” Jerome muttered, listing down the maps we
Vana's POV Jerome and I met up at the clock tower a couple of days after we visited the palace. Our first assigned location is the place near the clock tower, the location of the testimony that Sir Hendry wrote in order to prove that Chairman Zerondale manipulated the nominations eight years ago. “Are you sure we’re going at the right place?” Jerome scowled as we found ourselves lost in the middle of a shopping district. The alleys were lined with shops, stores, and boutiques, the sidewalks filled with strolling people that bustled in the afternoon sun. Vehicles horns blared as traffic jams the intersections, making the whole scene way chaotic than usual. We were walking for the past few minutes, drenching ourselves in our sweat as the scorching sun glisten against our skin. It’s not a good idea to walk in the middle of a street at exact noon, with no skin protection and no hat to w