Earlier
Jason had grown sick of tasting his own blood, but he couldnât help it. Biting his cheek was a habit heâd inadvertently picked up over the last couple of months. By now, it had grown a little out of hand.
Heâd already chosen to ignore multiple calls from Deimos, afraid his boss might order him to return to the Guild. Of course, not answering was a serious offense in and of itself, but he could still play dumb later. Defying a direct order, on the other hand, wasnât something heâd be able to downplay as easily.
âI really hope this is the oneâŠâ
he grimaced as he continued to follow the latest trail.
Eventually, a large wooden mansion faintly appeared on the horizon, drawing his attention. And the two karmic threads were pointing straight towards it!
âA noble House? It has to be one, right?â
This was certainly more promising than the shitty towns and fields the last couple of threads had led him to. On second thought, it wasnât
that
surprising. Heâd already exhausted more than half of the trails, so he just
had to
be getting closer to Nesha.
âWell, unless sheâs also dead.â
One possibility he hadnât given as much thought to was one where the alchemist had murdered both of his accomplices â Percy
and
Nesha. Should that be the case, the threads extending out of her clothes might never lead him to his target.
âI suppose thereâs no sense in worrying about that. If thatâs the case, Iâm screwed anyway.â
he shrugged.
âWhat province was this again? Camelot, or Sentin?â
Getting a little closer, he managed to make the insignia out, carved on several spots along the outer walls. It depicted two faces, looking away from one another. Digging through his memories, he tried to recall which families had a similar symbol.
âHmm⊠Briareus⊠Cottus⊠Avalon?â
Jason froze in his tracks upon thinking of that last possibility.
Avalon?!
As in,
Percival Avalon?!
The dead runt?! No. That couldnât be the case. Why would Nesha or the alchemist visit the family of their dead collaborator?
Merely avoiding their own families wouldnât have been that strange. After all, Neshaâs House was already destroyed. The alchemist might not want to stay at a conspicuous location either. But there were so many alternatives to choose from, if they just wanted to divert attention. Why pick Percyâs House? The only possibility that made sense was that the boy was still alive.
âWhy would they even keep him around? Did they grow fond of him? Or maybe the alchemist was a relative of his to start with?â
Jasonâs heart skipped a beat, as countless possibilities swirled within his mind. He still had no idea what to make of this mess, but it didnât really matter. The odds of having finally stumbled upon something important had just shot through the roof!
Taking out the device, he was about to activate it, though he hesitated. If he contacted Deimos now, there was no going back. His superior was bound to lash out at him over his failures, and the missed calls. All would be forgiven if his current lead yielded a result, of course. But if notâŠ
âItâs not like I have a choice. I doubt Iâll get another chance anyway. If this one is a dead-end, Iâm screwed. Itâs best to know what Iâm dealing withâŠâ
Making his mind up, he opened the watch, pouring his mana into it. He barely had to wait a moment, before the other side picked the call up.
âJASON!!â a furious voice yelled, barely a second later. âIf you ignore one more of my calls, I swear Iâm going to skin you alive!! HOW
DARE
YOU DISAPPEAR FOR WEEKS ON END?!?!â
Having expected the outburst, Jason had already leaned away from the device, though the sheer fury contained therein still caused him to flinch.
âDeimos, just shut up and listen! None of that matters! I think Iâve got some real results this time!â he hurriedly said, before his boss had a chance to interrupt him again.
Deimos remained silent for a few seconds, letting his words sink in. When he next spoke, he did so far more calmly, some cautious optimism inadvertently spilling into his voice.
âIf youâre lying to me, Iâll give you exactly
one
chance to reconsider.â he grumbled through gritted teeth.
âLook. I
canât
be 100% sure, ok? But Iâm confident in this one. The thread has led me to House Avalon.â Jason doubled down. âCan you check if thereâs anyone else in the Guild from that family? Besides the Red-born, I mean.â
The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.
Deimos hung up without saying anything. It wasnât until about an hour later that he called Jason again.
âNobody. House Avalon hasnât sent anybody else here in decades.â
âI see. Well, Nesha
has
to be around, otherwise her clothes wouldnât have brought me here. Percy has to be too, as nothing else makes sense. I donât know if the alchemist is with them, but Iâll make them spill his whereabouts out regardless.â
***
Activating his Karmic Vision, Jason saw the threads were already on the move. He wasnât deterred in the slightest, however, his lips only parting into a grin. The fact that theyâd chosen to run away as soon as he arrived could only mean that he was correct.
âRun then. As far as you can. You wonât escape this time.â
He could chase after them right away, though heâd rather speak to the familyâs leader first â to gauge the Houseâs stance on the culprits. It was the Divine Rootâs protocol to do so in cases like this, to not give their adversaries a chance to come up with believable excuses.
âIâve missed doing my job properly so damn muchâŠâ
As for his targets, they were no longer of any concern. Heâd only need a couple hours to catch up to them, now that heâd singled out the correct threads.
Resting one leg over the other, he leaned back, sinking into the couch. This was the first time he was able to relax in years. Ignoring the hushed whispers of the local nobles, he patiently waited for the Violet to arrive.
âForgive me for the delay.â a bald man said, stepping into the hall. âYouâve chosen a rather strange day to visit. You see, weâre expecting the emissary of the Divine Order to arrive.â
âOh? Is that today?â Jason raised an eyebrow.
So long had he been on the move, he hadnât even registered the passage of time. Not that he was particularly concerned with the lotus. The petals werenât even compatible with his affinity.
âYou must be Archibald, then?â he asked again with a shrug after not getting a reply to his last question.
The man nodded, before speaking.
âI wonât presume to know what matter was important enough to bring the Divine Root to our doorsteps, but Iâll do my best to entertain you.â
âReally now?â Jason asked nonchalantly. âWhy do I have this sneaking suspicion you know exactly what Iâm here for?â
Archibald remained silent, however.
âFine. Iâll play along. Iâm looking for Nesha Veritas. And Percival of
your
House. I
know
they were here just minutes ago, so donât even try to pretend otherwise. Iâm sure at least one of your relatives will crumble under the slightest bit of pressure.â Jason said, gesturing at the other nobles.
âDid you come into my home to threaten me,
boy?!
â the powerful Violet hissed.
At the same time, a suffocating domain descended upon Jason, pressing him into the pillows. The latterâs smile only widened, however. He could sense the old man was holding back a great deal. No way his domain was weaker than Deimosâs. Naturally, he just didnât dare harm a single hair on his head. And they both knew it.
âThreatening you isnât quite as serious a crime as inhibiting the Divine Rootâs official investigation. Or would you like to personally explain to the gods of the Divine Order why everyone on Remior is still drinking the regular elixirs, after all this time?â
The manâs features softened as he withdrew his domain. The fury in his face all but evaporated, replaced by some unconcealed concern.
âWhat does
that
have to do with anything?â
âDo you deny the two people Iâve mentioned were here? Or that they came here from the
Alchemistsâ Guild?
â
Archibald appeared to ponder the questions for a few seconds.
âI do not. Itâs true my grandson used to be in the Guild. He left our house years ago, of his own accord, after we denied him the elixirs he needed for his growth. A rather common story on Remior, is it not?â
âYou do know the Guild has been on lockdown since Hermesâs message, right?â
âNaturally. Percy claimed heâd left months before the incident. You canât really blame me for believing him either. Are you telling me a young low-born like him somehow got involved in such a grand matter? Or that he managed to slip through the Guildâs perimeter without anybody finding him for years?â
Jason could smell something fishy going on. Archibaldâs words made sense, but he couldnât shake the impression the man had intentionally delayed meeting with him, buying time for his grandson to escape.
âWell, if either of them knew of my affinity, they wouldnât have counted on that.â
he struggled to suppress a smirk.
For now, his best bet was to get the man to implicate himself further.
âWhat about the girl? Didnât you question where your grandson picked her up? Also, was there a third person with them?â
Archibald furrowed his brow, appearing to seriously ponder the questions.
âIt was just the two of them.
Of course
I asked Percy about his girlfriend.
Our House is in the middle of a war right now. We canât let outsiders join willy nilly. Honestly, I didnât even know she was a noble. They both showed up in filthy rags, claiming she was a commoner heâd met in some town.â
âYou understand how serious the repercussions will be if youâre lying to me, right?â Jason asked.
âDo you take me for a fool? Iâve lived dozens of times longer than you,
boy
.â Archibald stared him in the eyes, completely unfazed. If he was lying, he was good at it. âThis is the first Iâm hearing of my grandsonâs involvement in this matter. House Avalon had nothing to do with this. Weâll fully cooperate with your investigation.â
Glancing around at his relatives, Archibald then raised his voice for all to hear.
âFrom now on, Percy is excommunicated from the family, until such time as the Divine Root determines his innocence. If he tries to contact any of you, you are to arrest him on sight, and deliver him straight to me. His girlfriend too.â
Jason shrugged. This hadnât been particularly helpful. Guilty or not, the old fox clearly knew to say all the right words. Either way, it didnât matter. The fate of House Avalon was something for his superiors to decide. His only remaining responsibility was to capture the culprits. Then, he could finally wash his hands of this nonsense.
Leaving the mansion, he activated his ocular technique once more, pinpointing the conspicuous threads heâd identified earlier. Theyâd already travelled a few degrees to the north, probably varying their paths to ditch him.
âA bunch of fools.â
Such tactics might have worked on anybody else, but not him. Against a karma user, their best bet had been to escape in a straight line, prioritizing distance above all else. Not that it would have made much of a difference, though. At most, it would have bought them another hour or two.
Cracking his neck, he sped after them, eager to finally get his hands on the bastards that had screwed with him for so
fucking
longâŠ