Alexandria's Keeper - Lord Of The Mysteries Fanfiction

-29- Tired

Three weeks had gone by, the summer weather making way for the chillier wind of autumn. Irina was looking boredly out of the carriage's window as Leonard explained the new group mission.

'Death incidents... blah blah... two teams... blah blah... big mission ... blah blah... Frye- ugh, BORING!'

Irina sighed as the two continued discussing the various details.

'What a hassle. There's nothing for me to do in this mission, absolutely nothing. I have to break my current seal and advance to Sequence 6, only then can I HOPE to stand a chance against that... well... let's say "pen".'

As the three of them walked to Iron Cross Street to meet up with Frye Irina was clearing her head of any stray thoughts.

'No good. I've been thinking too much about that "incident" lately... I didn't even stop to consider the butterfly effect my presence would cause...'

They soon reached Frye who was wearing a round black hat and a windbreaker of a similar color with a leather briefcase in his hand. His icy aura made everyone else waiting for the carriage keep their distance from him.

'Hello Mr. Corpse Collector~'

After nodding to each other, the three grouped up silently. Irina and Frye stood in the front as they walked past the Smyrin Bakery before turning onto the Lower Street of Iron Cross Street.

They were immediately faced with a din. Merchants selling clam soup, seared fish, ginger beer, and fruits were shouting hysterically for attention, causing the pedestrians to involuntarily slow down.

'This is exactly why I don't like going out. I much rather prefer the comfort of my own home.'

It was already a little past five and the sides of the streets were becoming crowded. Some children were mixed in the crowd, coldly watching everything, placing their attention on the pockets of the pedestrians.

A visibly annoyed Irina clicked her tongue before patting down her skirt, adjusting its layers and letting her gun poke through and become visible.

'This should lessen their interest.'

Leonard did something very similar by pulling on his shirt and adjusting the holster, revealing his revolver.

Suddenly, all the gazes fixed on them shifted away. The pedestrians around them instinctively made way.

'FINALLY.'

The first victim had died of a Heart attack as she had been having problems for a long time. It was only thanks to Klein's divination that they discovered that a supernatural factor had influenced her death.

During the whole investigation, Irina had been lazily fanning herself, her gaze locked on the body as she reported her own findings: nothing.

After leaving 134 Iron Cross Street at Lower Street they took a turn to the nearby workhouse in West Borough.

The custodian again ignored everything around her and entered unbothered, unaware of the sharp look both Leonard and Klein threw her.

She started paying attention again after the poet's words- ...time is of the essence. Let's split up and do a cursory check here, then head to the third reported death in the West Borough and leave the rest to the police.

Klein and Irina answered without hesitation- Alright.

Frye didn't have any objections. He turned towards the people who had been sleeping near Salus last night.