Chapter 57: Next Target
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"Lucy Amana, please come to the headmaster's office. I repeat, Lucy Amana, please come to the headmaster's office," I hear a woman's voice over the intercom.
I slide my chair back and walk out of the room. My posture was slouched because the intercom just woke me up from a nice nap.
"Damn, what now," I mumble, rubbing my eyes.
Making my way down to the first floor, many students eye me up. However, the only harassment that I received was a student stretching their leg out in front of me. Just one hop over the leg was enough for him to retreat and walk away.
What an idiot.
I walk through the wooden door and see 7 other kids already in the headmaster's office. All the kids had something in common… they didn't have any powers.
"Welcome, come on in and sit down," The headmaster says with a cheerful smile.
I accept his offer and sit down next to one of the present kids. All of them had depressed expressions, making the air around them feel unapproachable. Normally unapproachable people are very talented or good at something, making them unapproachable to the normal human, but these students… just seemed dead on the inside.
Suddenly, 10 people in black suits came through the door. They stood behind the headmaster like they were his personal bodyguards.
"Let me get straight to the point," The headmaster says, sitting down on his luxurious leather chair.
The air seemed to grow heavier with each passing second.
"Which one of you killed my grandson?"
The kids I was sitting next to were in shock, fear, and most of all, confusion. Nobody spoke up, but it was clear that everybody was nervous. I mean, you would get nervous if you were falsely accused of killing your headmaster's grandson.
"No one wants to talk?"
It seems they're still investigating this…
The bodyguards take a step towards us, causing the present kids to shrink back in fear. The bodyguards then released a wave of bloodlust, causing everybody to start sweating beside me… so if I didn't want to be suspicious, I had to shrink back in fear as well.
"So… tell me who killed James," The headmaster demands instead of asking.
I made the act more believable by slightly chattering my teeth and staring at the bodyguard in front of me, causing tears to well up in the corners of my eyes.
"Okay, that's enough," the headmaster says, raising his hand.
"Forgive me for doing this little test. I was trying to get the culprit to confess under the pressure of my personal bodyguards, but just as I guessed, you are all too weak. There is no way any of you could've killed my grandson… dismissed," The headmaster says, shooing us away.
Is that it? Really?
Still suspicious of the little "Test," I leaned my back against the wall once I had left the room. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the voices coming from inside the room.
Hopefully, nobody sees me…
First, I could only hear inaudible chatter, but soon I was fully able to focus.
"Write down the names of the ones who seemed too fearful or too calm. The rest you can leave off the list; they're most likely not the culprit," I hear the headmaster's voice say.
That is more than enough information… if I stay here any longer, I might get caught.
…
"Breaking News! An unknown group or human has ȧssassinated a couple from the Write family. They brutally tortured and ravaged them," A news reporter said as I watched the morning news on my phone.
"The identities of the ȧssassin or ȧssassins haven't been found as no evidence or traces were left behind, besides the word on the screen now: Tolf,"
The news reporter backed away and displayed our messy spray-painted word on the TV behind her.
"Nobody knows the objective of this group or person, so we will report back when we have more information…."
A few more days passed, and not much has happened besides a few groups reaching out to Tolf. What I mean by reaching out to Tolf is basically leaving marks around the city, which the news ended up reporting, growing Tolf's notoriety by an even larger margin.
We, of course, accepted them and only contacted each other through our messaging app. We also used a triple-layered VPN that made sure anybody spying on our devices saw that we were somewhere in Europe.
Also, during school, I noticed the members of Tolf had stopped their bullying completely. Even when their friends recommended it, they just ignored them and continued walking to their next class.
The only plausible reason I could think of this happening is the conversation we had a couple of days ago.
Soon, the weekend came before we knew it, and we held another meeting.
"Uhhh… before we start the meeting can I say that the headmaster of our school is suspicious of me killing James," I say as soon as we sat down on our stone chairs.
"Oh yeah, I forgot that happened… so what do you want to do?" Mia asks.
"I think I'll try to elude them as long as possible, but eventually, they'll be able to find out it's me. For me not to die or get tortured for the rest of my life, we should probably speed up the recruitment process and get onto raiding more smaller Write branches..." I suggest.
"I'm fine with that. I think we have over 500 members so far with the collective groups that joined us… that should be enough to raid the base," Clio says.
"I suggest we sit here and let them do it. We can't risk exposing our identities to not only the Write family but also our subordinates," Nuala says.
Shes right… betrayal in this day in age is as common as eating food. That is why we drank the jellyfish liquid, to make sure none of us ends up betraying the rest of us.
"I don't mind. There's already one group spying on me, so I shouldn't risk participating in such a large battle. They'll probably try and slip in some of their underlings to either uncover my identity or just kill me," I say.
"Yeah, I agree as well… but Lucy, what should we do about that organization? They're going to be a bother later on," Mia says.
"As of now, we don't stand a chance… so we need to build up more influence. We might not stand a chance against them with just us, but if we build up maybe an army, we'll be able to beat them… probably,"
I mutter the last part.
"Oh, have you heard the news of the Brave of Ice going missing?" Nell asks.
"Really?"
"Yeah. We don't even know if she's dead. It's like somebody wiped her from the face of the planet,"
I gulp down some of my salivae.
"Stopped getting sidetracked. We need to focus on the raid… which family member do you want to raid next?" Mia asks before pressing a buŧŧon in the center of the table.
A 360-degree holographic screen appears in front of us. 47 heads were displayed on the screen, and they all had noticeable Write family characteristics, brown hair, pale skin, and black eyes.
"So basic. It's like they're the default setting for all of humanity," Clio says nonchalantly.
Everybody has a laugh before scanning through the Write family members.
"How about this one. I heard he's been doing some shady stuff with orphanages… it's probably human trafficking or maybe even just selling their organs," Mia says, pointing to a young man who looked to be in his 20's.
"Human trafficking… that's been pretty popular all over the world… taking kids or just humans in general from slums and forcing them to be essentially slaves… or sell their organs," Astra says, her eyes slowly drifting to me.
"What?"
"I-I just thought you might be uncomfortable talking about the slums,"
"What? It's not like the slums were the ones making my life shit. In fact, I was happy living with my mom even while in the slums…."
When did they become so aware of my feelings?
The young mistresses in the room froze up with a look of guilt plastered on their faces.
"... Well, it's gone and done. Continue with the meeting,"
The meeting didn't proceed as smoothly as before. There was still an air of guilt hovering around the members of Tolf as they thought back on their actions. But, Mia wasn't hit as hard since I already shoved that reality down her throat before.
We decided on the man manipulating orphanages and texted our underlings, telling them to prepare for the raid. We also all sent them a huge sum of money to buy high-quality equipment and power stones for those who didn't have any.
"The chess pieces are ready," I mutter to myself.
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"Lucy Amana, please come to the headmaster's office. I repeat, Lucy Amana, please come to the headmaster's office," I hear a woman's voice over the intercom.
I slide my chair back and walk out of the room. My posture was slouched because the intercom just woke me up from a nice nap.
"Damn, what now," I mumble, rubbing my eyes.
Making my way down to the first floor, many students eye me up. However, the only harassment that I received was a student stretching their leg out in front of me. Just one hop over the leg was enough for him to retreat and walk away.
What an idiot.
I walk through the wooden door and see 7 other kids already in the headmaster's office. All the kids had something in common… they didn't have any powers.
"Welcome, come on in and sit down," The headmaster says with a cheerful smile.
I accept his offer and sit down next to one of the present kids. All of them had depressed expressions, making the air around them feel unapproachable. Normally unapproachable people are very talented or good at something, making them unapproachable to the normal human, but these students… just seemed dead on the inside.
Suddenly, 10 people in black suits came through the door. They stood behind the headmaster like they were his personal bodyguards.
"Let me get straight to the point," The headmaster says, sitting down on his luxurious leather chair.
The air seemed to grow heavier with each passing second.
"Which one of you killed my grandson?"
The kids I was sitting next to were in shock, fear, and most of all, confusion. Nobody spoke up, but it was clear that everybody was nervous. I mean, you would get nervous if you were falsely accused of killing your headmaster's grandson.
"No one wants to talk?"
It seems they're still investigating this…
The bodyguards take a step towards us, causing the present kids to shrink back in fear. The bodyguards then released a wave of bloodlust, causing everybody to start sweating beside me… so if I didn't want to be suspicious, I had to shrink back in fear as well.
"So… tell me who killed James," The headmaster demands instead of asking.
I made the act more believable by slightly chattering my teeth and staring at the bodyguard in front of me, causing tears to well up in the corners of my eyes.
"Okay, that's enough," the headmaster says, raising his hand.
"Forgive me for doing this little test. I was trying to get the culprit to confess under the pressure of my personal bodyguards, but just as I guessed, you are all too weak. There is no way any of you could've killed my grandson… dismissed," The headmaster says, shooing us away.
Is that it? Really?
Still suspicious of the little "Test," I leaned my back against the wall once I had left the room. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the voices coming from inside the room.
Hopefully, nobody sees me…
First, I could only hear inaudible chatter, but soon I was fully able to focus.
"Write down the names of the ones who seemed too fearful or too calm. The rest you can leave off the list; they're most likely not the culprit," I hear the headmaster's voice say.
That is more than enough information… if I stay here any longer, I might get caught.
…
"Breaking News! An unknown group or human has ȧssassinated a couple from the Write family. They brutally tortured and ravaged them," A news reporter said as I watched the morning news on my phone.
"The identities of the ȧssassin or ȧssassins haven't been found as no evidence or traces were left behind, besides the word on the screen now: Tolf,"
The news reporter backed away and displayed our messy spray-painted word on the TV behind her.
"Nobody knows the objective of this group or person, so we will report back when we have more information…."
A few more days passed, and not much has happened besides a few groups reaching out to Tolf. What I mean by reaching out to Tolf is basically leaving marks around the city, which the news ended up reporting, growing Tolf's notoriety by an even larger margin.
We, of course, accepted them and only contacted each other through our messaging app. We also used a triple-layered VPN that made sure anybody spying on our devices saw that we were somewhere in Europe.
Also, during school, I noticed the members of Tolf had stopped their bullying completely. Even when their friends recommended it, they just ignored them and continued walking to their next class.
The only plausible reason I could think of this happening is the conversation we had a couple of days ago.
Soon, the weekend came before we knew it, and we held another meeting.
"Uhhh… before we start the meeting can I say that the headmaster of our school is suspicious of me killing James," I say as soon as we sat down on our stone chairs.
"Oh yeah, I forgot that happened… so what do you want to do?" Mia asks.
"I think I'll try to elude them as long as possible, but eventually, they'll be able to find out it's me. For me not to die or get tortured for the rest of my life, we should probably speed up the recruitment process and get onto raiding more smaller Write branches..." I suggest.
"I'm fine with that. I think we have over 500 members so far with the collective groups that joined us… that should be enough to raid the base," Clio says.
"I suggest we sit here and let them do it. We can't risk exposing our identities to not only the Write family but also our subordinates," Nuala says.
Shes right… betrayal in this day in age is as common as eating food. That is why we drank the jellyfish liquid, to make sure none of us ends up betraying the rest of us.
"I don't mind. There's already one group spying on me, so I shouldn't risk participating in such a large battle. They'll probably try and slip in some of their underlings to either uncover my identity or just kill me," I say.
"Yeah, I agree as well… but Lucy, what should we do about that organization? They're going to be a bother later on," Mia says.
"As of now, we don't stand a chance… so we need to build up more influence. We might not stand a chance against them with just us, but if we build up maybe an army, we'll be able to beat them… probably,"
I mutter the last part.
"Oh, have you heard the news of the Brave of Ice going missing?" Nell asks.
"Really?"
"Yeah. We don't even know if she's dead. It's like somebody wiped her from the face of the planet,"
I gulp down some of my salivae.
"Stopped getting sidetracked. We need to focus on the raid… which family member do you want to raid next?" Mia asks before pressing a buŧŧon in the center of the table.
A 360-degree holographic screen appears in front of us. 47 heads were displayed on the screen, and they all had noticeable Write family characteristics, brown hair, pale skin, and black eyes.
"So basic. It's like they're the default setting for all of humanity," Clio says nonchalantly.
Everybody has a laugh before scanning through the Write family members.
"How about this one. I heard he's been doing some shady stuff with orphanages… it's probably human trafficking or maybe even just selling their organs," Mia says, pointing to a young man who looked to be in his 20's.
"Human trafficking… that's been pretty popular all over the world… taking kids or just humans in general from slums and forcing them to be essentially slaves… or sell their organs," Astra says, her eyes slowly drifting to me.
"What?"
"I-I just thought you might be uncomfortable talking about the slums,"
"What? It's not like the slums were the ones making my life shit. In fact, I was happy living with my mom even while in the slums…."
When did they become so aware of my feelings?
The young mistresses in the room froze up with a look of guilt plastered on their faces.
"... Well, it's gone and done. Continue with the meeting,"
The meeting didn't proceed as smoothly as before. There was still an air of guilt hovering around the members of Tolf as they thought back on their actions. But, Mia wasn't hit as hard since I already shoved that reality down her throat before.
We decided on the man manipulating orphanages and texted our underlings, telling them to prepare for the raid. We also all sent them a huge sum of money to buy high-quality equipment and power stones for those who didn't have any.
"The chess pieces are ready," I mutter to myself.
"Lucy Amana, please come to the headmaster's office. I repeat, Lucy Amana, please come to the headmaster's office," I hear a woman's voice over the intercom. I slide my chair back and walk out of the room. My posture was slouched because the intercom just woke me up from a nice nap. "Damn, what now," I mumble, rubbing my eyes. Making my way down to the first floor, many students eye me up. However, the only harassment that I received was a student stretching their leg out in front of me. Just one hop over the leg was enough for him to retreat and walk away. What an idiot. I walk through the wooden door and see 7 other kids already in the headmaster's office. All the kids had something in common they didn't have any powers. "Welcome, come on in and sit down," The headmaster says with a cheerful smile. I accept his offer and sit down next to one of the present kids. All of them had depressed expressions, making the air around them feel unapproachable. Normally unapproachable people are very talented or good at something, making them unapproachable to the normal human, but these students just seemed dead on the inside. Suddenly, 10 people in black suits came through the door. They stood behind the headmaster like they were his personal bodyguards. "Let me get straight to the point," The headmaster says, sitting down on his luxurious leather chair. The air seemed to grow heavier with each passing second. "Which one of you killed my grandson?" The kids I was sitting next to were in shock, fear, and most of all, confusion. Nobody spoke up, but it was clear that everybody was nervous. I mean, you would get nervous if you were falsely accused of killing your headmaster's grandson. "No one wants to talk?" It seems they're still investigating this The bodyguards take a step towards us, causing the present kids to shrink back in fear. The bodyguards then released a wave of bloodlust, causing everybody to start sweating beside me so if I didn't want to be suspicious, I had to shrink back in fear as well. "So tell me who killed James," The headmaster demands instead of asking. I made the act more believable by slightly chattering my teeth and staring at the bodyguard in front of me, causing tears to well up in the corners of my eyes. "Okay, that's enough," the headmaster says, raising his hand. "Forgive me for doing this little test. I was trying to get the culprit to confess under the pressure of my personal bodyguards, but just as I guessed, you are all too weak. There is no way any of you could've killed my grandson dismissed," The headmaster says, shooing us away. Is that it? Really? Still suspicious of the little "Test," I leaned my back against the wall once I had left the room. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the voices coming from inside the room. Hopefully, nobody sees me First, I could only hear inaudible chatter, but soon I was fully able to focus. "Write down the names of the ones who seemed too fearful or too calm. The rest you can leave off the list; they're most likely not the culprit," I hear the headmaster's voice say. That is more than enough information if I stay here any longer, I might get caught. "Breaking News! An unknown group or human has ssassinated a couple from the Write family. They brutally tortured and ravaged them," A news reporter said as I watched the morning news on my phone. "The identities of the ssassin or ssassins haven't been found as no evidence or traces were left behind, besides the word on the screen now: Tolf," The news reporter backed away and displayed our messy spray-painted word on the TV behind her. "Nobody knows the objective of this group or person, so we will report back when we have more information." A few more days passed, and not much has happened besides a few groups reaching out to Tolf. What I mean by reaching out to Tolf is basically leaving marks around the city, which the news ended up reporting, growing Tolf's notoriety by an even larger margin. We, of course, accepted them and only contacted each other through our messaging app. We also used a triple-layered VPN that made sure anybody spying on our devices saw that we were somewhere in Europe. Also, during school, I noticed the members of Tolf had stopped their bullying completely. Even when their friends recommended it, they just ignored them and continued walking to their next class. The only plausible reason I could think of this happening is the conversation we had a couple of days ago. Soon, the weekend came before we knew it, and we held another meeting. "Uhhh before we start the meeting can I say that the headmaster of our school is suspicious of me killing James," I say as soon as we sat down on our stone chairs. "Oh yeah, I forgot that happened so what do you want to do?" Mia asks. "I think I'll try to elude them as long as possible, but eventually, they'll be able to find out it's me. For me not to die or get tortured for the rest of my life, we should probably speed up the recruitment process and get onto raiding more smaller Write branches..." I suggest. "I'm fine with that. I think we have over 500 members so far with the collective groups that joined us that should be enough to raid the base," Clio says. "I suggest we sit here and let them do it. We can't risk exposing our identities to not only the Write family but also our subordinates," Nuala says. Shes right betrayal in this day in age is as common as eating food. That is why we drank the jellyfish liquid, to make sure none of us ends up betraying the rest of us. "I don't mind. There's already one group spying on me, so I shouldn't risk participating in such a large battle. They'll probably try and slip in some of their underlings to either uncover my identity or just kill me," I say. "Yeah, I agree as well but Lucy, what should we do about that organization? They're going to be a bother later on," Mia says. "As of now, we don't stand a chance so we need to build up more influence. We might not stand a chance against them with just us, but if we build up maybe an army, we'll be able to beat them probably," I mutter the last part. "Oh, have you heard the news of the Brave of Ice going missing?" Nell asks. "Really?" "Yeah. We don't even know if she's dead. It's like somebody wiped her from the face of the planet," I gulp down some of my salivae. "Stopped getting sidetracked. We need to focus on the raid which family member do you want to raid next?" Mia asks before pressing a buon in the center of the table. A 360-degree holographic screen appears in front of us. 47 heads were displayed on the screen, and they all had noticeable Write family characteristics, brown hair, pale skin, and black eyes. "So basic. It's like they're the default setting for all of humanity," Clio says nonchalantly. Everybody has a laugh before scanning through the Write family members. "How about this one. I heard he's been doing some shady stuff with orphanages it's probably human trafficking or maybe even just selling their organs," Mia says, pointing to a young man who looked to be in his 20's. "Human trafficking that's been pretty popular all over the world taking kids or just humans in general from slums and forcing them to be essentially slaves or sell their organs," Astra says, her eyes slowly drifting to me. "What?" "I-I just thought you might be uncomfortable talking about the slums," "What? It's not like the slums were the ones making my life shit. In fact, I was happy living with my mom even while in the slums." When did they become so aware of my feelings? The young mistresses in the room froze up with a look of guilt plastered on their faces. "... Well, it's gone and done. Continue with the meeting," The meeting didn't proceed as smoothly as before. There was still an air of guilt hovering around the members of Tolf as they thought back on their actions. But, Mia wasn't hit as hard since I already shoved that reality down her throat before. We decided on the man manipulating orphanages and texted our underlings, telling them to prepare for the raid. We also all sent them a huge sum of money to buy high-quality equipment and power stones for those who didn't have any. "The chess pieces are ready," I mutter to myself.
