"Captain!"
Bedrich exclaimed before giving the incoming man a salute.
Craider acknowledged with a nod before gazing around the scene.
It was strangely clean, there were only two bodies lying in an open hall.
Next to the two bodies stood a table with a stack of documents neatly placed on top.
Craider hummed lightly.
"Have you done the divination yet?"
Bedrich quickly shook his head.
"No sir, as per your orders, we have merely prepared the entire ritual that will be activated upon your request."
Craider nodded.
"Have you gone further inside?"
Bedrich looked around the hall before answering.
"No sir. We simply entered and prepared the ritual, we have yet even touch the bodies."
Hearing this, Craider took a step closer.
"Well done, you may begin."
He walked over to the ritualistic circle around the two bodies.
He watched as the two other Beyonders began chanting and infusing their spirituality.
A pitch black clouds rose from the middle of the circle.
"We have used the divination statement: All participants of the incident this afternoon."
Craider nodded once again as his attention was now focused purely on the black cloud before him.
The void-like, concentrated fog spun and churned.
Slowly, a very steady and smooth scene appeared on the cloud's surface.
They saw a room, it seemed like a study room.
They saw two women, whose faces were completely blurred.
One was slightly shorter, but no greater detail could be seen.
She was crouched down before a man lying back against the desk.
The man's face was a tearful mess with snot and saliva staining the lower half of his face.
The shorter woman, who was crouching, slowly lifted the beautiful silver blade with a golden handle and inlaid rubies.
She then stabbed it straight into the Count's left chest, without hesitation.
The crouched woman was smiling without any other details showing.
Her hands slowly moved as she stood up and tore apart some ancient-looking scroll.
The scene shifted slightly as it showed the slightly taller woman's expression.
The expression was clear but no facial features could be grasped by the Fertility Order.
It was as if the moment they comprehended the way her face looked, it was erased from their memory.
The woman wore a very happy smile, with gentle tears of relief flowing down her cheek.
The taller woman elegantly held up an ancient-looking scroll before tearing it.
The scene then flashed as they saw two different women figures rushing into a stone corridor from behind a corner.
All they could discover about their appearance was that one had dashing golden hair and the other had pitch black hair tied in a high ponytail.
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Thrown Into Madness - Lord of the Mysteries
Historical Fiction"... I just wanted to read a book, What's with the bloody scene?! And what? I'm a child? And whose memories are these? Where am I? Who am I? I don't want this! Who would want this?! Get me back! I wanna go back! Please!" ... Who would think that bu...
