Cornflower Witch

Chapter 363 Another Impression

Two days later, an armored steam locomotive stopped in front of School No. 89, and shortly afterward, the school's teachers informed Siltia that someone was looking for her.

So, during the ten-minute break between classes, Hiltiya went to the office, talked to the teacher, and then came out and went back to class.

Many classmates didn't notice this, only a few classmates were a little curious and inquired about it.

"I heard from the teacher that Hedra was robbed while shopping. I guess they caught the thief and gave her some money back," a classmate guessed.

"Hey, are there still robberies happening in the Asura district?" a new student asked curiously.

"Of course there are, this kind of thing happens everywhere in the world." The other classmates looked at her as if she were some kind of unknown creature.

"However, Asra District is a place where new students gather, and the Mage Alliance has very strict requirements for security. If any bad behavior occurs, they will be expelled as soon as it is discovered, and there are different levels of severity for such things."

“If it’s just about money, countless similar incidents happen every day in the entire Asura district. As long as the amount isn’t large, the police don’t have the energy to deal with it.”

"But once someone dies, it's different, especially for freshmen who have been here for less than three years. If they die in an accident, the police station will be held accountable by the mages, and they will naturally go all out to catch the murderer."

"I see. I knew it. Hedra goes to and from school with us every day without fail. How come she was suddenly questioned by the police? I guess it's because she couldn't get back the money that was stolen from her."

"Miss Luo Weier's roommate, if you just fawn over her, that generous and naive young lady will probably give it to you right away."

"No need to guess, not even need to beg, I bet Luo Weier will give it to you," someone whispered.

After he finished speaking, the students around him burst into joyful laughter.

"That young lady is indeed like that. Although she can seem silly at times, it's hard to dislike her." Since coming to this class, Luo Weier has treated the whole class to big meals several times and given gifts to everyone. Almost every classmate has received her favors. Apart from a few who complain that this young lady is a bit silly, no one complains about or dislikes her. Those who do are just envious.

On the other side, a sturdy and armed steam locomotive started up and returned to the police station with a roar.

Before I even reached the office, I could already hear the lively conversation inside.

"Ah, you have no idea how panicked and shocked Carter was that day," an employee said slowly, holding a teacup as he recounted what he had heard.

"What's going on? Everyone seems to be talking about this," asked a member who had just returned from a mission.

"It's okay, you'll understand if you listen carefully."

“That day, Carter, who was also my good brother, was sitting in the police station reading the newspaper around six or seven o’clock when a knocking sound made him look up. He then saw a figure over two meters tall, covered in blood, standing silently outside. The orc had a ferocious expression, and his neck and body were covered in wounds and blood.”

"Carter said he was terrified and it took him a while to stop himself from pressing the button to notify the police station, because a petite figure emerged from behind the tall orc with a thread on her wrist, the other end of which was on the tall orc's neck."

“I don’t know how to describe it,” Carter said. “His first impression was like a sadistic noblewoman appearing before you, leading a terrifying and ferocious giant hellhound. Even though the noblewoman’s clothes were quite normal, quite cute, with lots of ruffles, flowers, and bows, the presence of that ferocious beast made it impossible to ignore the dripping blood and the dangerous heat emanating from her; it only made you feel more terrified.” “And then? What happened?” Everyone in the office was intrigued by his words.

"Then the young lady said that she had been robbed. Carter was stunned. Could someone really dare to rob this young lady in front of such a dangerous orc? The other party was a 'Second Tier · Beast Fang' type. One punch from him could probably dent the metal of the police booth and send it flying."

"After a while, Carter finally understood that the orc next to her was the one who had robbed her. But the question was, how did this young lady manage to subdue him and even tie him up with ropes?"

"With confusion and doubt, Carter put on his coat and went to the scene of the incident. There he found several orcs lying on the roadside. By the time he arrived, the orcs were barely breathing."

After examining them, Carter discovered that the orcs also had wounds, which were deeper and more fatal, but they had been sewn up with silk thread, otherwise they would have bled to death on the spot.

"Then it was time to record the process. Carter said his hands were shaking when he wrote, and he wasted several sheets of paper. Under the young lady's supervision, he wrote down the process in a trembling voice. He said he had been having nightmares for the past two days, and he kept dreaming about the rain-soaked manuscript and the wound that had been opened and stitched up again."

"Actually, I've seen murder cases before, but most of them were committed out of anger or were done in a rough manner. You could tell at a glance that the perpetrator was very flustered. But this time it was obviously different."

"After making the record, the girl asked Carter for some clean water. Carter watched as she made the tall, speechless orc squat by the roadside, tied the silk thread to the railing, and then stood in the rain shelter to wash the bloodstains off her clothes with clean water. She carefully rubbed the bloodstains to loosen them, and then washed them again."

"When she does that kind of thing, you can see that she is very serious, without any other emotions, just as calm as buying a fish on the street and cooking it at home."

"After all that was done, both parties were supposed to go to the police station for further filing and questioning, but the young lady said very frankly that she wanted to go home, saying that going home too late would make her family worry. It was the kind of thing that a good girl would say, but when it came from someone with blood on her fingers, it felt very incongruous. Especially when Carter recalled that he even felt that the girl in front of him was very gentle and quiet."

"But looking back, a normal, good child would have been terrified by now, crying and wiping away tears, which would have been normal. So that huge sense of incongruity made Carter even more uneasy, but he didn't dare to say anything at the time, because the bloodied orc in front of him was a ready example."

"That invisible sense of oppression made the other party's arrogant words seem justified. In the end, Carter could only watch as the other party disappeared into the night with his umbrella. And the tall orc collapsed and fell unconscious less than a minute after the other party left. The timing was so precise that it was as if the other party had expected it."

"Carter knew then that this was no ordinary case, but a threat and a warning."

"After talking for so long, what exactly does that girl look like? I can't quite picture her," someone nearby couldn't help but ask.

"According to Carter's recollection, she was a beautiful girl with black hair. The front of her hair formed a slight curve and fell on both sides of her collarbone, while the back of her hair reached her lower back. She had very fair and slender fingers. When you first step into the light, you will be frightened by the bloodstains on her body, but upon closer inspection, you will be attracted by the aura she exudes and forget the horrific scene beside you."

"However, this gentle impression will be shattered when recalled in retrospect. Once reason prevails, one will realize how terrifying the other party is, and that is when one will feel uneasy."

"Carter has taken leave because of this. He said he wants to go on vacation to the warm south to ease his anxiety. The director approved it today after his investigation."

"Wow, the director is such a serious person, but he actually approved leave this time."

"The chief said he personally examined the wounds of those orcs, asked them about their memories, and felt that granting Carter leave was not excessive. Then today the chief said he would personally visit that girl to see her again, hoping she would not cause any trouble in the future."

Just then, a steady, powerful knock sounded at the office door. Everyone turned around and saw the somber-faced bureau chief standing behind the door, having been listening for who knows how long.

(End of this chapter)