The next day was followed by more investigation and monotony. Nonetheless, she has been unable to get any leads on the dead. Dead weren’t being used. There was nothing but the atmosphere of the city with a Dead Apostle lurking within.
Ciel was walking through the nocturne town as she was keeping track of the bounded fields set up by the female Enforcer.
Moreover, the stench of the Dead Apostle yesterday wasn’t as strong as today. In all likelihood, this was spread as a way to ascertain the true abilities of the Enforcer. An opening of sorts.
The Dead Apostle must have not noticed Ciel yet. If he had, there’s no doubt he would have come eagerly to kill her.
He would have a valid reason to do so, a right at top of that. Under that premise, there must be a motive…
The town lied nearby the bank of a large river. Although it was unusual for this country, there existed a large Catholic Church.
A few days before.
Upon seeing the sunlight coming from the window, she closed the book.
She was reading a not very entertaining novel while dozing off, and when she realized, the morning had already greeted her.
Did I fall asleep? Asked herself the woman on the sofa.
She had been killing time during the boring night, she had been gazing at a novel that nosey boy had brought with himself.
He was very open-hearted and a fervent enthusiast of vampires.
Still, there was no problem because there was plenty of time to kill.
The woman stood up and opened the curtains.
I think it’s time to proofread up previous entries after this. That’s gonna take a while though.
As soon as Bazett returned to the hotel, she had already completed her preparations for the encounter.
Her whole body tensed and her senses sharpened. Footsteps could be heard.
Although it wasn’t clear as to how many people were making those sounds, they all gave off a strong bloodlust. Putting on her gloves, she carved a rune.
Footsteps, extremely small yet well coordinated, as though they belonged to those of an army. Then, they stopped altogether in front of her room.
Bazett felt a strange sense of uneasiness. Although the footsteps and breath were craftily hidden, the bloodlust was strong enough to leak. This indicated that this was the work of a novice.
Continuation of this entry.
This is a scheduled post.
*I will update this entry a couple of times, around 4, probably.. This semester has been hell and I don’t feel like employing the the little free time I get to translate. Here’s a tidbit:
Certainly, only a fool would get caught in that vigilence network.
In middle of the traffic, a faint scream, almost as if it was about to fade out reached her ears, her neurones fired up and Bazett’s body, just like the wind, began her sprint.
It was 8 P.M, unthinkable for a vampire to act this early but upon hearing that scream, she started searching for it, however it was clear that it wasn’t any kind of tough.
But the sound of concrete cracking and falling.
Running uphill and making a wall jump towards the building, Bazett climbs to the rooftop and turns her head two, three times to locate the source of the scream, then taking a huge leap she landed at the back alley.
There, the singing voice of a young male reached her ears, and the scenario she had expected laid out before her. A gaping hole in a concrete wall and dust in the air.
I will see if I can continue Law of Contradiction. That’s all I can say for now.