Vana's POV
“We’ll have to find a way to get inside,” Jerome said, eyes staring at the wall.
My eyes landed back on the fireplace, tracing the sharp lines cut through the black wall. The cracked line etched brick by brick, concealed within the flames bursting from the fireplace’s hearth. I followed where the lines lead, tracing it down on the floor beneath me.
It stretched out from the fireplace, carving through the carpeted floor. I knelt on one knee, removing the thick carpet above the floorboards. The lines continued on the wooden floor, connected to the lines within the fireplace.
If I had to guess, if the secret passage is opened, the fireplace would retract forward and slide to the side, while the floor would turn into steps leading down to the basement. This is based on the pattern carved on the wall and floor.
“Should we take this chance?” I wond
Vana's POV I bit my lip, battling my mind on what the right thing to do. This ring belongs to Chairman Zerondale. Why would his ring be in the vents of a crime scene? On top of that, the vent where I found it has lingering magic. Yeah, I should give this back to him. I shouldn’t assume or jump to conclusions just yet. There has to be an explanation to this. I stared at the ring for a long minute, contemplating on what I am supposed to do. I stood up, burying the ring on my pocket as I leave the crime scene and make up my mind. Its better to keep it to myself about where I found the ring. I don’t know why, but if I reveal that I found it on the crime scene, things will get extremely complicated. I have one last errand to do before heading back to the team. If the vent in the vault has lingering magic, there’s a good chance that the other vents outside the vault also have linge
3rd POVThe serene voice of Bella echoed in the air of the forest night. Her song brought her son to sleep, the lullaby humming in the air in a gentle, sweet voice. She nearly drifted to sleep herself, but she chose not to as she remembers the reason why she keeps herself awake.She smiled, a small, sad smile that falters in the distant air. She caresses her son’s hair, watching him sleep on his bed. She wondered about many sufferings her son would face. She wonders about how his son will live without a father.She pursed her lips, eyes watering as she thought of her son’s demise. She felt sorry for him, for having a mother like her. She leaned her face down, pressing her forehead against his. She plastered a kiss on his forehead, whispering into her son’s ear as if to reassure him.“I love you, my son… Roa…” she murmured with a sob.
3rd POV“I am going to surrender myself,” she declared, eyes glaring at the wall.Bella’s insides coiled as Wina’s aura burst in her mind, forcing her way through her defenses. Bella pushed her back, exploding her aura out, enough to push her back for the time being. Wina’s consciousness disappeared from her mind for a moment.She panted, enhancing her mind barricade with the remaining aura she has. She cannot let Wina stop her. She cannot let her take over her body. If she does, she will run away, flee, and escape from the crime.Bella heaved a breath, grabbing the bottle that contained Plaid’s soul and rushed back up the stairs. She placed the bottle in her pocket, dashing up as she reaches for the top of the stairs. Her body flung to the side as Wina came crashing against her mind’s barricade, pushing her off balance.
Vana's POVWith our investigation hitting a dead end, the team chose to head back to the manor, and wait until our warrant arrives tomorrow morning. I thought our problems end there, but I forgot to remember that Chairman Zerondale has no idea of the duke’s death yet.The manor was filled with nothing but silent awkwardness when we arrive. The duke’s death has been kept confidential to the servants who came the next morning of the death, and the death of the duke is kept secret to the public until our investigation is over.Right now, the duke’s body is kept on a room in the manor, where the memorial ceremony will later be announced.We head straight to the duchess’ office, Chairman Zerondale looking confused at the duke’s missing presence. The Chairman looked restless as he wanders his eyes inside the halls, searching for the duke.
Vana's POVMom—” Lady Whitney shouted, running towards the body of her mother.Ms. Zeraphine’s body laid slump against the top of the desk when I turned my body to the direction the lady sprinted. Her head was planted on the desk the same way we found the duke’s body, not an object or an item set on top of the desk.The shout made all of the people in the room snap back to reality, the Chairman bringing himself to reality as he hears his granddaughter’s voice. He blinked, the heavy aura lifting up in an instant as he tilts his head to the direction of Lady Whitney’s voice.The anger and fury dissipated from the Chairman’s face, changing into a sad and dreadful expression. His jaw dropped, eyes drooping with tears as grief and anguish befell him. He took a step forward, and he slowly paced his way to his daughter’s body.
Vana's POVThe letters! I need to read the letters!I jumped out of the bed, sliding across the floor as I reach my bag to grab the letters I found on the duke’s office. I nearly forgot their existence after thinking of so much in the past few days. I feel guilty for stealing them from the crime scene, but these letters are something I cannot ignore.I took out the letter that was addressed to Master Sergis, staring at it as I make my way to the desk against the wall. I sat down on the chair, searching for a letter opener or a swiss knife o the drawers. I found a scissor in one of the drawers, using it to peel off the stamp cleanly and opening the envelop.I cannot recognize the stamp on the letter, and its not the House of Glyndel’s insignia either. I slipped the paper out of the small envelope, unfolding it as I study the paper’s condition. The paper was wrinkled
Vana's POVMorning came with more thoughts in my mind than any of the days I wake up. I can feel my head ached from the thinking, drowsy when I sat up on my bed. Flashback of yesterday’s events came railing in my mind, and I can’t help but slump back on my pillow.What occupied my mind the most is the letter I read last night. It bothered me for so long last night to the point that I didn’t sleep much at all. Add to that, it was storming heavily and nonstop. The rain hadn’t slowed down since last night, and its already morning.I thought it was still in the middle of the night when I woke up, realizing that not a shard of sunlight beamed through the clouds. My eyes blinked, contemplating on myself for the knowledge and information I possess.Maybe reading that letter is a bad idea. There’s no regretting my decision now. I’ll just have to find a cha
Jerome's POVI heaved a deep breath, the cold air sweeping through the space around me. I placed a hand on my gun, wary as a pentagram flare from the floor beneath Ms. Bella’s feet. Or in this case, Ms. Wina’s feet.Her eyes flickered in a dark purple hue; her body seared out of her body, a dark energy enveloping around her. Vana, without her weapon and as she is right now, will be powerless and useless in stopping her. We had stepped back already, ready to take her on.“Jerome, I’m counting on you,” Vana muttered, looking at me straight in the eye.“Yeah, leave it to me,” I said, assuring her directly in the eye before I turn my attention back to Ms. Wina.“Vana, bring the duchess and the Chairman away from here,” Ms. Angela ordered, yelling at her over her shoulder.“Okay,” Vana replied, t