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{Chapter 4}
"…" Slowly, my eyes creaked open to the bright glaring sun, forcing me to squeeze them shut again.
Eventually though, I got them open and they adjusted to the light.
"…" Looking around, I found myself in an alleyway.
However, I cared more about what I was wearing right now. Looking down at myself and past my black hair, I noticed I wore some type of black suit that clung to my skin.
"…" At least my fair skin complexion remained...
I found, holstered to my side, a sheathed curved dagger and a blank Rune. That was probably what that man had meant when he had said I was allowed to come back to the Void anytime.
Shrugging, I walked out of the alleyway and into the streets, merging with the people as I walked along.
"…" That's when I realized a big problem. If I couldn't speak, how was I going to communicate with others? I hadn't exactly learned any type of telekinesis and I didn't exactly know sign language.
Thinking about it, I really didn't have many options. Luckily, I had some money with me. So, I stopped by at the nearest bookstore and purchased a notepad and a pen. For now, that would be my method of communication.
I exited the store and merged back into the crowd. I was going to keep walking until I managed to find someplace where I could get possible information about the killer. A bar seemed to be my best bet right now...
I didn't exactly know too well where I was, considering I was kinda just dropped into an alleyway. But, based on the citizens and the type of buildings and citizens, I was pretty sure I was in Leanbox.
"…" The good thing about Leanbox was that it seemed like a place where there could be some useful information. Though, the killer had struck me down in Planeptune.
I wasn't too sure as to how much time had passed since then and I wasn't about to go all the way to Planeptune, so I stuck with the bar idea.
Eventually, I did arrive at a bar. Breaking from the sea of people, I entered the bar. It was packed with lots of people who seemed like they performed petty robberies and sold drugs. But, it was a start.
None of them seemed to pay any real attention to me as I took the last seat at the actual bar table at the far end by some big dude.
The bartender, who had been cleaning a glass, took notice of me and walked over to that side of the table. Leaning forward, he squinted his eyes at me, allowing me a great stench of his tobacco breath.
"Hey, darlin'," he smirked at me while I casually remained mute. "What'll ya be havin' today?"
Quickly, I jot down some type of non-alcoholic drink and slipped him the sheet of paper.
"…" He snatched it up and read it aloud. "A Sparkling Mint Iced Tea?"
I just nodded.
"…" For a moment, he just stared at me before sighing and shaking his head. "Not much of a talker, are ya?"
I shook my head as he went and got the drink. Coming back, I paid him the money and he leaned over once again while I took a sip out of the drink. At least he hadn't tried putting anything into it. If he had, I would know about it.
"So, what're ya here for?" He asked curiously. "Everyone that comes 'ere is interested in somethin'. What'd ya come 'ere for?"
I shrugged as I quickly scrawled him another note and offered it to him.
"…" He took it and read it. Though he didn't seem that surprised. "Of course. You're after someone, eh? Luckily for ya, I know many faces of people who come through this bar. Who ya got beef with? Members of that damned Guild, the Basilicoms, CPUs?"
I shook my head and pulled out another piece of paper. I don't know their name or face. I just know that they carry a silver blade and talk about committing genocide.
I passed him the note and he grinned. "Ah, actually a fella' like that passed by yesterday. He was askin' me about some sword. Y'know, the one that supposedly slayed Arfoire?"
I nodded. Everyone knew about that sword, but it was only an old story. I then wrote another note, asking where I could find it and if he knew the man's name.
He stared at it. "I told ya that it was only myth. As for that name, I believe he just called 'imself N."
N...
He shrugged. "That's all I got for ya. Now, finish yer drink and scram. I got other people to shoo too!"
Nodding, I quickly finished what was left of my drink and slipped a small tip under the glass.
"…"
Just before I could exit the bar, two large guys stepped in and blocked my path.
They both wore smug looks as they looked down at me. "Where do you think you're going, girly?"
I just rolled my eyes and stared at them.
"Listen, we heard you talking about our friend N..." Wait, these fuckers know him!?
"We just wanted to give you a little warning not to go against him, or we'll have to kill you right now," the other thug threatened.
I just showed them another piece of paper with the new words I had just scrawled. Or, you could just tell me where he is right now. If not, I'll beat you both into submission instead.
"Ha!" One of them snatched the paper, spat on it, and then threw it aside. "Is that so? Well, why don't we shove that paper back up your little hole, eh?"
I sighed and just put my hands behind my back. This wouldn't end well for them...
"Oh, are you underestimating us, you brat?!" One of them put on a pair of brass knuckles. "You'll wish you had used both hands!"
"…" Please, you two will just embarrass yourselves. Well, at least I could possibly get some information out of this.
*Smash!*
As I Blinked behind them, one of the thug's brass knuckles smashed into the floor.
"W-Wha-!"
Just as the other one turned around, I grabbed both of them by the back of their heads and slammed them both against the hard walls.
"A-AGH!"
I noticed some blood trickle from the wall as a small crowd formed around us.
*BOOM!*
"G-Gh!"
I pulled both of their heads back and smashed them into the wall again. This time with more force.
Using my foot, I kicked the paper that they had tossed away back up. Holding it, I waved it in front of them and showed them the question again.
"H-He's off somewhere in Planeptune right now," one of them spat out. "He's in one of those old castles looking for that damn sword!"
I smiled as I pulsed out energy.
*BOOM!*
They exploded into piles of flesh and blood splattered everywhere. With just enough energy, I Blinked out of the bar and into a back alley.
Planeptune, eh? Well, I guess I know where I'm heading now...
