Damian went to his room and unpacked his stuff. He wished to use so of his ti to rest and collect his thoughts to start the investigation the following day, yet it did not go his way.
He was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling when a scream ca from outside, all the way to the other part of the castle! It was so loud Damian could hear it from there.
"C'mon, I just arrived," Damian thought, getting up from his bed as fast as possible, moving toward the location where the scream ca.
If only Damian had gone there, he would have beco suspicious, but the mont he opened his bedroom door, all the servants who lived near him were dashing through the castle, moving toward the scream source.
They were scared of being the next to die, but when the murder happened, they wanted to go there as quickly as possible to glimpse the killer, perhaps, as that would potentially save their life.
Damian was not naive enough to believe that would work, and the killer would never commit murder, not confident about leaving the area.
He got there in no ti, yet the guards were already there, yelling to Damian when they saw him close, "stay there; this is a murder scene."
No one would ever suspect one of the guards, at least not the servants who lived there daily and saw those as their partners in service for the noble house.
But Damian? He even suspected the Duke's daughter or even the Duke himself! It could be anyone, and he was not biased, so he started suspicious of the guards.
"How are they here so fast yet saw nothing?"
Damian ran from his room when he heard the scream, and different from the other servants, he was not as slow as a turtle and reached the area quickly. He also wanted to find the killer, so he put effort into going there fast.
Yet despite his incredible speed, the guards were already there, and not one of them had seen the murder.
"Strange."
The first row of suspects Damian had were the guards, and he was almost one hundred percent they had sothing to do with this.
"Perhaps one of the guards is not the killer, but at least one guard has to be helping the killer out," Damian thought.
He wanted a good look at the body and the cri scene, but the guards did not allow anyone to get close. That did not an Damian saw nothing.
The murder had happened in a hallway, and the victim was a servant judging by the clothes.
Damian noticed a knife attached to the chest of the dead servant with a lot of blood, but when he analyzed the face of the servant, it did not add up.
"His face seems dead, not looking like soone recently stabbed. Wait, what is that green liquid near the mouth?"
When he saw the green liquid, Damian moved closer without thinking, and one of the guards pushed him, "leave, now!"
It was impossible to get anything else from the cri scene, so Damian returned to his room and lay on the bed, thinking about the murder scene.
"This is getting interesting."
He already had a decent theory or at least a guess about the cause of death of that servant, and Damian wanted to chat with Duke Hagrid the following day to share his thoughts.
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The only problem was eting with the Duke without warning everybody else. Servants did not have private talks with him, which would differentiate Damian from everybody else, aning the killer, who could be watching, would realize sothing was up.
But of course, that did not an Damian could not write a letter and give it secretly to the Duke.
While sitting at the table inside his room, everything was completely dark; Damian had a pen and a piece of paper, like in the old tis.
The writing did not take long, as Damian had exactly what he wanted inside his mind.
"Finally, get back to sleep, right?"
Damian used the bathroom and jumped on his bed.
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"What was that noise?"
Damian woke up sleepy with strange sounds coming from nearby. If it was any other circumstance, he would not even bother to move, but with a killer on the loose?
"Let's check," Damian thought, but before he even moved an inch of his body, soone shot him multiple tis!
A silenced pistol that made barely no sound during the night, and not a single person nearby heard a thing.
After shooting Damian, the person left the room, jumping like an assassin, fleeing from the peering eyes of any guard.
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A man was standing in a room with nothing but a painting, seemingly waiting for sothing.
After a few monts, a person wearing full black clothing appeared, carrying a silenced pistol.
"So, did you do it?"
The other part took off its mask, appearing to be the face of a woman, the sa one who helped open the window for Damian when he first arrived.
"It is done, father. We have killed one of their mbers, and our spy is already inside Glen's castle."
"Haha, good. We are finally making progress," Duke Hagrid said, smiling.
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After receiving that many shots, Damian passed out. Even for a superhuman, surviving without a defense chanism would be impossible. Whoever shot Damian also used special bullets, expensive, that could harm the bodies of superhumans.
But the good part was the hidden armor always present in Damian. The Sli Ring acted quickly, covering his entire body with a black substance, protecting him from the shots.
"It still hurts like hell, but at least I am alive. Now, if soone tried to kill , I can safely say there is no way for to trust here."
Damian got up from his bed and could not wait for the reaction of those who tried to kill him last night, or rather, he would never see it.
"Now that they think I am dead, this is the best opportunity."
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