Book 1: Chapter 4.2


    Matoba had been shoved to the side as he fired his gun, and Trna had been dragged to the ground as she tried to swing her sword. Their teamwork was horrendous, but funnily enough, they had yelled the exact same thing at the exact same time.


    However, now was not the time to argue. Clicking his tongue in frustration, Matoba hurried over to the window.


    We have to follow him! You go down the elevator and wait for him at the bottom of the


    Pausing in the middle of his sentence, Matoba scratched his head. He had been nning to trap the man by covering both ends of the staircase, but he couldnt trust this little girl with such aplicated maneuver.


    Never mind. Stay here. And dont move.


    I refuse. I will go and capture him.


    Just shut up and stay! Matoba yelled, his voice shaking with anger.


    Trna ignored him. She ran straight past Matoba and leapt through the frame of the shattered window.


    Hold on! Are you out of your mind? The enemy has a machine gun! Matoba yelled, astonished at her recklessness.


    But that was when he finally noticed the change in her appearance.


    She was wearing a set of white armor.


    The shiny surface of the silvery white armor was covered in delicate engravings. It protected every vital part of her tiny body, and it was crafted with an efficient, lightweight design that did not limit her movement at all. It was visibly different from the Farbarnian clothes that she had been wearing earlier.


    When did this happen?


    There hadnt been a single second that she could have taken to change into the armor.


    Do not worry. This set of armor provides excellent protection against the weapons of the Dorini.


    Her expression was calm and rxed, yet it did not form a smile. At that moment, Trnas childlike aura transformed into that of a fierce, hardened warrior. It was an aura that Matoba had felt before, made by soldiers and police officers moments before they threw themselves into the face of danger, fully understanding the risks that they were taking. That same look could now be seen on Trnas face.


    Trna disappeared from the window as she chased after the assassin. Now, Matoba would have to be the one to catch him at the bottom. He exited the apartment room into the hallway, where the elevator was still waiting for him. He sprinted inside and pressed the button for the first floor.


    Countless thoughts raced through his mind as the elevator began its descent. Just like the Filipino who killed Rick, that assassin had been possessed. He was being manipted by the Semanian sorcerer. There was no doubt about it. That monstrous strength and stamina, those wild, animalistic movements, made as if he did not feel any fear or pain at all. And if the man was really nothing but a puppet, even if they managed to capture him, it would be difficult to get any information out of him.


    But still, something felt off. Why would the sorcerer arm the man with a machine pistol and have him fight back against them? If the murder of that Colombian was his only task, why did he have to run away like that? Why didnt he just use the knife tomit suicide after he killed Alvarez?


    The elevator arrived at the first floor.


    Irritated at how slow the doors were to open, Matoba sprinted out of the elevator. The emergency staircase connected to the balcony was located on the west side of the apartment building. When the assassin reached the bottom of the stairs, he would likely run northward, through the alley behind the building.


    Matoba arrived at the alley and turned toward the emergency staircase. The Semanian assassin was standing on the tform between the second and third floors. Trna rushed down the stairs of the third floor, holding her drawn sword in her hand. Raising his gun, the man took aim at the girl.


    Stay back


    His voice was drowned out by the sound of automatic gunfire. A storm of bullets sped through the air toward Trna. She held her hands in a cross, protecting her head. The bullets rained onto her, striking her in the shoulders, chest, stomach, and thighs.


    !


    She had been shot. Her tiny body convulsed with each bullet that struck her. Her knees gave out as she fell backwards onto the stairs, sliding down the steps.


    The man vaulted over the staircase railing andnded on the ground.


    Freeze!


    Now was not the time to worry about Trna. Matobas extensive experience as a police officer told him this. As he expected, the assassin immediately pointed the pistol toward him. Matoba fired his gun. It pierced the mans chest, striking him right near his heart. Despite the injury, the man fired right back. The countless bullets sprayed through the air in every direction possible, colliding into the ground and buildings nearby.


    Taking cover behind a garbage can, Matoba clicked his tongue angrily. These puny 9mm bullets wouldnt leave a scratch. He should have brought the shotgun stored in his car. Even a zombie wouldnt stand a chance against the devastating slug bullets that it shot.


    (No)


    He didnt have any time to waste regretting his decisions. It was only a matter of time before the garbage can that hid him was torn into shreds by the storm of bullets that flew in every direction. If the man kept firing at him for any longer, his life could be put in serious danger. If he didnt do anything


    Matoba froze.


    With incredible agility, Trna, who had been leaning over the second floor railing of the staircase, leapt through the air, toward the man. Gathering all of the strength in her body, she swung her sword.


    In just a single stroke, the de cut from the mans left shoulder down to the right side of his waist. His body was sliced into two.


    Not even a gasp escaped his throat. His expression unchanged, the man copsed into a pool of his own blood.


    Police sirens red in the distance. Laying at Matobas feet was the dead body of the assassin.


    After a long, uneasy silence, Matoba yelled angrily at Trna.


    What the hell do you think youre doing!? Just cutting him in half like that!?


    Though she had been shot multiple times, Trna did not seem to be injured. Her armor had protected her from everyst one of the assassins bullets. Only a few scratches could be seen on the armors white metallic surface. It wasnt even dented.


    Despite having just killed a man, she did not seem disturbed in the slightest. Her breathing remained steady as she stood in silence, calmly gazing at the dead body. Her white face and armor were sttered with his crimson blood. She was not swayed by the scolding, nor was she disgusted by the blood that covered her face. She appeared to show no emotion at all.


    Illuminated by the streetlights, her pale skin stood out in the dim light, in striking contrast with the pool of blood that spread around her feet. Beauty, youth, and violence blended together into an unbelievably breathtaking scene. A mysterious aura filled the air as the beautiful young girl stood, holding a sword covered in blood.


    However, Matobas heart was not moved.


    Though the killing of the man was inevitable, he believed that it was something that must be done by an adult. Seeing this innocent-looking little girl murder a man in cold blood, he felt deeply disturbed.


    Is this really the justice that you strive for? Who the hell do you think you are, Don Quixote? Did you not even consider capturing and restraining him instead? Of course not, instead you just slice him into pieces like youre gonna eat him for dinner.


    Matoba knew that he was being unreasonable. After all, he probably would have shot the man anway, and murder is murder, regardless of the weapon. And if he had hesitated to do so, he might have been the one dying in a pool of his own blood.


    Deep down, he knew. He knew that he was just looking for excuses to take out his anger on her.


    The man was being manipted through the power of the Mildi. Even if we captured him, we wouldnt be able to get any information after him, Trna said after a long silence.


    Then why did he run away? If he was nothing but a puppet, there wouldnt be any point in making him fight back, dont you think? Either way, killing him gets us absolutely nowhere.


    The girl widened her eyes and shot him a sharp nce.


    Because you were about to be killed, Dorini. And not only are you ungrateful, but you continue toin for no reason.


    Ho. So you think you saved me?


    It is the duty of the Knights of Mirvor to defend the weak.


    I dont need your fucking help. Im not weak. I at least have enough reason to stop a violent savage from mindlessly attacking everything.


    Are you talking about me?


    Well, I see that you shit-brained aliens have at least some sort of critical thinking ability. Great. You wanna know what I really think? The more I work with you, the more Im convinced that you were actually sent here to interfere with my investigation.


    What do you mean?


    Youre doing this on purpose, arent you?


    Smiling exaggeratedly, Matoba stared into Trnas face. His seething eyes did not match his smile.


    I have no idea how much of a noble you really are. Ive begun to think that youve been bribed toe here.


    What are you trying to say?


    This is all a hypothetical situation, but lets just say that there might be some evil people on the other side that dont want the fairy to be protected. So, they decide to hire a knight. The knight travels to this city in order to interrupt the investigation Or something like that. Its all gotten way too obvious, you know, with all of the unnecessary chaos youve been causing.


    In the next moment, Trna brandished her sword, bringing its sharp de right up to Matobas neck.


    This is your first andst warning, Keh Imatooba.


    Her voice trembled with fury as she suppressed the boiling anger inside of her. It made her seem much bigger than she actually was.


    You shall never say such insulting things about me. If you say that again, I will kill you. I am serious.


    Heh, really? He asked, staring coldly at the shining white de that threatened him. Are you really letting your feelings get hurt by a filthy barbarian Dorini like me?


    Zearja (Shut up)!


    Hey, hey


    Matoba shrugged his shoulders as a sharp metallic sound rang out from the pistol that he had been holding at his waist. It was the sound of the hammer being pulled. Matoba had silently aimed it at Trnas face while she swung her de.


    She hadnt noticed the gun until she heard the sound. She seemed surprised.


    Matoba casually returned the gun to its holster. He had done it solely to vent his burning anger, and he did not intend to escte this pointless argument even further.


    Turning his back to Trna, Matoba crouched down to the assassins corpse and examined his pockets for any items.


    The gun is a bootleg, illegally manufactured. Its a carbon copy of the Israelian model. Normally, it would be very difficult for a Semanian to obtain such a weapon. Other than that Ah. All he has is some getaway cash. He doesnt have a license or working visa or point cards or anything of the sort.


    He grabbed some coins and wrinkled-up bills out of the mans pocket, took a deep sigh, and put them back. He looked over his shoulder at Trna.


    Hey. I have something I need to ask you, he said.


    What is it?


    You really want to capture this criminal and take back the fairy, right?


    Of course I do, she answered, awkwardly sliding her sword back into its sheath.


    Same here. But if were both working toward the same goal, why are we still in this dark alley, yelling and pointing weapons at each other likeplete idiots?


    Well, who cares. More importantly, we need to continue our investigation. You stay here and wait until the police cars arrive. Make sure nothing happens to the body.


    Matoba stood back up and headed toward the main entrance.


    Where are you going?


    To Alvarezs room. Theres something I need to examine.