Dark Magus Returns

The information they had just obtained was crucial to the task. Himmy knew in his old world, after a person was declared missing, the longer time passed by, the less likely they were to find a particular individual.

That was in his own world, where there weren’t crazy martial artists or beings with power, never mind people moving and transitioning from other worlds.

“I think it would be best if you informed us of everything you know right now and handed over whatever information you have,” Himmy asked with a stern voice. He wasn’t asking, but more so telling.

A gut reaction occurred on the squad leader’s face. It was clear he didn’t like the disrespect of this stranger who wasn’t even a Pagna warrior, but he took a deep breath before giving his answer.

“I’ve already told you everything we know. One member of that group that you said you belong to, their body wasn’t found.”

“We were unable to run our own investigation. I am telling you this because we won’t be able to aid you in this search. I hope this is something you can handle.”

It was annoying that the clan wasn’t fully cooperating, and Himmy didn’t know if the Clan’s words were true or not.

Did the leader just not wish to see them, not to respect a past tradition, or was there honestly something going on?

Rather than argue, they needed to find this next survivor, that was part of Alter, and hopefully didn’t have any of their memories missing.

“Very well, then I hope you will give us full cooperation as we search this city. I assume, with deaths happening right on your border, in your very own city, you have been keeping an eye on those that have come in and out,” Himmy asked.

“I will inform the Clan to aid you to the best of their abilities.” The squad leader then went and pulled out a wooden emblem that was the same size as one’s hand.

Throwing it over, Himmy caught it in the air. He could read the Pagna writing that said the words Lethal Bite Clan; there were small markings in certain areas at the top and bottom of the small plank.

“As long as you show that to our members, they will aid and answer any question to the best of their abilities, and one more thing.”

“If you do find out who is responsible for this, or where your friend has been brought to, I suggest you inform us immediately.”

“We are too busy to help with the search and wander around aimlessly, but you are dealing with a killer that has harmed your people already. Once you have found them, report back to us, and we will deal with the situation.”

Gripping onto the wooden plank hard, Himmy placed it in his coat.

“We are stronger than we look. We can deal with it ourselves,” Himmy answered.

“Are you sure about that?” The man replied. “I’m sure the last group of your friends thought the same, and look at where they are.”

“Your Alter group is special for helping clans all over with certain situations. This time you have come to us; I believe we are more skilled when it comes to fighting matters.”

“The one thing that we wouldn’t want on our hands is more deaths.”

Grunting, Himmy gave his final answer as he turned around to leave. Not even wishing to be escorted by the guard.

“Very well, we will inform you, but you better act regardless of who is behind this, otherwise, we will.”

After exiting out of the main base of the Lethal Bite Clan, now Himmy and Charlotte needed to descend down the stairs.

They were slowly moving bit by bit, and that’s when they were starting to find that walking downstairs was in some way a lot more difficult than walking up.

Although less tiring, it was using more muscles and putting more weight on their knees.

“You had to get the last word in, right? Don’t you think they might hide information from us because you’re acting like a grumpy old man?” Charlotte asked.

“You mean information that they’re already hiding from us,” Himmy replied. “The fact that they want us to tell them when we find our own member after not caring themselves… it’s making my nose itch.”

“Their actions aren’t making any sense, unless they are trying to cover something up, or are worried that their clan might be involved.”

“Also, did you notice, all of the Clan members there acting a bit strange? Disheartened, I wonder if this is related to our own task.”

Charlotte had noticed the odd actions as well. Even when inside the main building, there was almost a lack of order or a panic on all of their faces.

“Anyway, now we know, are we going to get Anna and Raze in on this?” Charlotte asked.

“No, stick to the plan. Maybe they’ll find out something bigger that will help us. We have one genius and one mage, and they have the same.”

“Ha!” Charlotte laughed out loud. “Geniuses don’t call themselves geniuses.”

—

The odd feeling that Himmy and Charlotte both felt, they were right to feel that way. There was discourse that was happening within the clan, all because two of the top members had been killed.

Feebie, as well as Royo, the Head and the Vice-Head, were taken out.

This left squad leaders, deputy ministers, generals within the faction, and distant family members, all of them scrambling together to try and find out who would be the next head. Follow current novls on NovlFre.nt

There were arguments from all sides, and unless most of them could agree with who would be the leader, there would be a civil fight within the clan.

However, the Lethal Bite Clan was large; it would take out the entire city, and due to their position on the border, if the Demonic Faction found out about this as well, it would be an easy target for them to pick and strike.

Shouting and arguing were coming from all sides, and those supporting them were being used as pawns in this battle.

The clan members themselves feared that any day they could be asked to fight the person that was right by their side.

While everyone chucked insults at a large giant round table, Bargo, who was sitting still, started to yawn slightly.

“Bargo, as a guest from the Moonshield Clan, perhaps you should select the next head!” one of the ministers asked.

“Me?” Bargo said, pointing at himself. “It is not my place to choose the workings of your own clan. I have been sent here to keep the peace.”

“You must work on this yourselves, and if there is no peaceful option, then you will be removed.”

The words of Bargo, who had been sent by the Clan Head on order of the Erupting Fist Clan’s head, carried a lot of weight in their words, causing them to gulp.

“I do have to say, it feels like this matter will take a while, and I am fairly bored you see,” Bargo commented. “So, I will go for a stroll and check up on some things in the city.

“Don’t worry, I won’t leave the city… but I did see a nice recruitment center. It might be nice to see what talent newcomers have!”