“True. Not being able to use the magic had helped me hone my physical abilities. So, in a way, it’s not all bad,” he said, finding the small mercies in an otherwise frustrating situation. When Kazimir spoke of how his defensive magic had morphed into an extremely offensive one, Haru gave a nod of approval.
“That’s better, if you ask me. I was a pacifist once, so trust me when I say it doesn’t work. Your best bet is to break the bones of these criminals before they do that to the innocents,” he said, reassuring and encouraging the wind mage to embrace the change in his magic.
Kazimir proved to be a very attentive one. He had spotted the hilt that hung on Haru’s cloth belt, underneath his cloak.
“Magical blade that appears only when I activate it,” he replied, with a hint of naughty satisfaction in his voice. He enjoyed seeing his enemies laugh at him after he brandishes a bladeless weapon, only to later shock them at the right time by activating the mana blade. The number of people who have fallen for that trick before was truly astonishing. But it could also mean he was fighting a lot of dumb low-lives.
Their infiltration into the building was smooth. Kazimir was there when he opened the door and was ready to go. Haru deactivated his blade and tucked it back in. The glowing blade was a beacon that wasn’t going to help with the sneaking.
“Please!” he said, gesturing deeper into the corridor. He felt a soft rush of wind, and figured it was Kazimir checking for any guards that might be around the corner. His assumption was confirmed when the wind mage easily dodged the patrolling guards and they easily made it to the most ornate door on the floor. It was obviously the boss’ office.
Haru nodded when Kazimir looked at him and a moment later the two were inside, with the boss shocked and flustered. “Who-What-” the boss began, but his question was quickly answered by Kazimir. He was formal and polite, so it was time for Haru to play the bad cop. The two who stood next to the short and stout boss were obviously his bodyguards, and seemed to be on the ready to attack.
“Before your spells hit either of us, your boss’s head will hit the floor. Don’t test me on that,” he threatened. He clearly had no intention of killing the man. He wanted information. But the dumb guards don’t need to know that.
He then nodded at Kazimir to continue the interrogation as he pleased. He decided to intervene only if things took a violent turn. Once they got the information they needed and realized this stupid art dealer was not the main head behind all the crimes, Haru knew he had to ensure he doesn’t go yapping around and warning his leader.
“Dungeons. For a week. Trial later,” he declared. “You can’t do that. That’s against the law,” the stout man shrieked. At the same time, the guards began to cast their spells again. Shaking his head, Haru turned to Kazimir and laughed.
“Is this guy serious?” he asked. Immediately after, the orange-haired Lieutenant dashed forward at his maximum speed and punched the guard on the right straight in his gut before he could finish his cast motions. He left the other one for Kazimir. Now… It was just the coward boss left, and he almost fainted witnessing the scene.
Now, time to find the head of the snake.
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