Being a place of such notoriety, it was also a place with extremely tight security. Though the presence of physical guards were low, magical tools were scattered throughout the building. Lacrima meant to capture video and audio, scanners meant to take mana signatures, live tracking throughout the building; This place had security systems that would make the average knight jealous. After all, many who joined the force did so simply because they found the job of security to be cool. Jove was a bit of enigma.
It was unknown to most, including himself, why he still dredged through the trenches of paperwork and corruption. Being what some would call a good noodle on the force came without many friends on his climb up. Having just recently promoted to Captain, due in no small part to the capture of Erebus, Jove looked more tired than ever. Yet here he was, on his day off, standing inside an art gallery.
Wearing beige khaki's, a tight fitting black polo shirt, and black leather dress shoes, Jove stood in contrast to most of the other attendees. It was clear that he was nothing of an artist, and he was dressed more like a suburban father than a lover of the fine arts.
Yet he hadn't come without a purpose. Tucked under his arm was a large binder, and one peak inside would notice several smaller folders tucked within its binding. Jove had entered the building and made his way through some of the halls, admiring the pieces.
He had done something very rare for himself, and that was work outside of his normal hours. He had gathered evidence on several different individuals, something that he hadn't originally planned to do. Despite that, there had been a sort of pull towards the investigation. Lucifer had laughed, a mocking laugh that didn't necessarily mean he knew anything, but rather that he found amusement in Jove's struggle and extra hours on the job.
For some reason he had felt personally tied to this case, which wasn't necessarily rare. Despite his rough exterior, the Rune Knight was quite a softie. Still, this one was different. He felt not only pulled towards it, but as if he were personally involved. He had finished scraping together information from the Rune Knight Archives, a vast connection of both paperwork and Archive Magic Networks, and in his hands was the culmination of that information. None of it was secret. All of it had been publicly accessible, yet for the average person without Knight connections, such research could take years.
Which brought him to why he was at the Gallery. He had reached out to the girl who had requested his help. They had bonded a little further after the knight at the Swineherd, especially since she was now the only other person who could understand what a dick Lucifer could be. It was her who had suggested the meeting location, and considering she had alluded previously to being a thief, he found a weird sense of irony in that. He hoped he wasn't about to be used as an alibi, and otherwise roamed around the building until she found and approached him.