211 Derrick Krammer

Huge metal gates were standing between the motor carriage and the front yard of the mansion. They were standing five meters tall with a complicated ornament adorning the shiny metal bars.

Derrick Krammer leaned out of the rolled-down window and shouted.

"I order you to open!"

Creak...

The gates started pushing themselves apart, creating a wide enough gap for the dark brown motor carriage to drive through. Once in, Derrick used Order one more time to close them.

Click!

The metal gates clapped together, blocking the way in and out of the mansion.

Derrick Krammer parked his motor carriage next to the fountain in the front yard that had a statue of a strange-looking fish on it. It was a flat, diamond-shaped fish with its two eyes on one side. Graham had never seen a fish like that before, but he kept from looking because he had to maintain the image as the mayor.

"We're here, father,"

The young man opened his door and got out of the motor carriage. He then went to the left passenger's door and opened it for his 'father' to get out from.

Derrick was avoiding eye contact the whole time. His body was also tense like he was anxious about something.

Since Graham had already divined everything he needed to know about his target, he knew exactly why the young man was anxious. He would be as well if he were him and his father, whom he was scared of and highly looking up to, was suddenly visiting his secret house. The detective was somehow enjoying the man's anxiety.

Derrick led Graham inside the mansion, using the power of Order once more to open the main doors. The giant wooden doors twice their height were open to the inside, letting the two men in. There didn't seem to be any keyhole in the door, so it was most likely that only certain people would be able to open it.

The mansion was strangely empty for something its size. What was stranger was that it was very well maintained and clean; there wasn't even a speck of dust on the floor.

"Welcome to my humble house, father," Derrick turned around and spoke. His arms were spread in a welcome gesture. His voice echoed in the large and well decorated main hall. "As you can see, there is no one but us here currently,"

Graham ignored him and just kept moving forwards, heading straight to the basement. He wanted to tell Valentine his thought about why everyone who had a basement always seemed to be hiding something there, but he couldn't because it would ruin his image.

"Show me what's beyond this door," commanded Graham domineeringly.

There was a door at the end of the staircase that was blocking the way. It was a thick metal door, typical of someone who was hiding some secrets behind it. It reminded Graham of Daan Holsten, who held and tortured women in his basement.

Derrick's face had gone pale. He was like a child who had just been caught red-handed by his parent doing something he shouldn't. His discomfort was reflected in every inch of his body while his eyes showed his anxiety.

"Th-there is nothing there, father. Only my old b-book collection..." he stammered and his voice weak. Derrick didn't dare to make eye contact with his father.

"It is up to me to decide whether there is nothing or not. Open this door now," said Graham calmly and coldly.

Derrick felt like his words were piercing straight to his heart. There was no warmth that was usually present in his father's tone. He knew that his father already knew what was hidden behind the door, and at this point, he could only accept his fate. Tears began bubbling at the corner of his eyes, but he held back from crying.

"I... I order you to open!"

Clank... Drag...

The heavy metal door was unlocked and pushed itself open slowly. The room behind it was dark.

"Turn on the light,"

Derrick obeyed his father and dragged his feet heavily inside the room. He switched on the light, which then illuminated the depravity hidden in the room that was only as big as a bedroom.

Graham maintained a cold, unsurprised expression as he was looking inside the room, which made Derrick even more intimidated. It seemed like his father had known all along and was waiting for this chance to confront him. That gave Derrick a slight hope because the fact that the mayor hadn't said anything so far could mean he was okay with it.

Through the doorway, Graham observed the room that could make anyone who knew Derrick personally feel sick to the bone.

The room was a perfect replica of the mayor's room back in Hoogland!

The king-sized bed was placed perfectly in the middle with two end tables on each side. There was a reading lamp on each end table and a footrest at the end of the bed. The door to the closet room was on the wall on the right while on the left side, there was a giant shelf full of books.

What made the room sickening was not that it was a copy of the mayor's room, but what was inside. On the bed, there was a naked, human-sized doll that looked exactly like the mayor's wife, Isabella Krammer! The short, blonde hair, tanned skin, and model-like mature face were all preserved flawlessly by the doll. If only for the fact that it was not breathing, one might mistake it for a real human.

Besides the doll, there were also photographs of naked figures on the wall, and all of them were of Isabella! It looked like the photographs had been taken in secret, and most of them were in the bathroom of the mayor's house. There was even one where she was having sex with someone, but the man had been cut out.

"...F-father...?" Derrick was waiting for his 'father' to say anything, but Graham remained silent.

Even though he had seen the same image through divination, seeing it in person affected him more intensely. He even felt like he would vomit if he imagined what the man was doing here. Isabella was his own mother, and he was having sex with a replica of her!

"You disgust me..."

There was genuine disappointment in Graham's tone, as well as disgust. His words struct Derrick like lightning.

There were visible semen stains on the doll's hole that was supposed to be the genitalia, which showed that the action had been repeated several times. The same stain could also be found near the mouth and the bottom of the dolls. Graham couldn't imagine what went through the young man's mind for him to fantasize about having sex with his own mother.

No longer able to see the scene in the room, Graham turned around and shouted, "From now on, you are no longer my son! Don't you dare show yourself in front of me!"

His words were the last nail on the coffin. Derrick's slight hope that had arisen shattered all at once.

"Father! Please let me explain!! Father!"

Graham kept on walking upstairs as the young man ran after him.

"Father! I just want to be like you! Is that wrong?!"

It was true that so far, Derrick had been following the mayor's footsteps closely. Even the company that he was managing right now was the mayor's before he took office. However, his answer made Graham even more disgusted.

"Don't you dare call me father! I have no son like you!"

Graham kept on walking upstairs, ignoring the begging and pleading of the young man with a twisted world view. He didn't even want to imagine if he had actually done anything to the real mayor's wife or not.

"Father! I order you to stop!"

His whole body froze! The man had used Order on him and now he was unable to lift even a muscle.

Derrick caught up to him and stood in front of Graham. His expression was strange and twisted. There was a mix of sorrow, embarrassment, anger, and jealousy. There were clear tear stains on his cheeks.

"Father, please listen! I just want to be like you! You've always made me follow exactly where you've stepped. And now isn't it wrong if I want to have a child of my own? And who else can create a perfect child for me except mother? Is that wrong, father?" the man that looked like the younger version of the mayor spoke with a depraved voice. His expression had gone somewhat scary.

As soon as the duration of Order ran out, Graham shouted.

"I order you to stop!"

It was now Derrick who was unable to lift a muscle. Quickly, Graham slit his left finger and let the blood drop down to the floor while chanting.

"I, in the name of the Deity of Deception and Hidden Thoughts, call forth an illusion that covers this whole area!"

An illusory orange curtain gradually descended and covered the stairway corridor, placing his victim under an illusion. Graham was just standing still and watching, but in Derrick's eyes, the mayor was inching closer towards him in anger with a knife in his hand.

Unable to move, Derrick could only struggle. He couldn't even open his mouth.

The mayor slit the belt of his trousers and pulled them down, revealing the underwear that the man was wearing. With the sharp blade of the knife, he cut the underwear open and exposed the young man's private organ.

The cold metal was pressed against his skin and struck fear in Derrick's heart. He wanted to scream so badly but his body wasn't listening to him.

The mayor held the man's testicles and with one motion, he cut them off using his blade.

Slash!

Pain overcame Derrick, making his knees weak. He would collapse to the floor if he could, but the power of Order combined with the illusion held him up. He could only feel blood pouring out of his private part and the agonizing pain that he was suffering.

"You won't be needing this anymore," said the mayor, holding his amputated testicles in front of the man.

Crush!

The mayor's hand gripped them tightly, crushing them under his strength. Blood and pieces of flesh seed out of the gap between his fingers, while terror and anger overcame Derrick. He was powerless to do anything.

"Aaaarrghhh!!!!!"

The effect of the Order ran out soon, and he screamed as loudly as he could. Derrick then stumbled on the floor, holding his private part with both hands to stop the bleeding.

Suddenly, he felt sleepy. However, the pain kept him awake.

Another wave of sleepiness hit Derrick, and now he was unable to hold back. Even the agony he was feeling was quickly drowned by the wave. He had fallen asleep!

The orange curtain then lifted itself up, ending the illusion. The mayor with a bloody hand also disappeared along with the curtain, leaving only another mayor who was standing a distance away from the unconscious Derrick. The wound on his finger rapidly healed, with not even a scar left behind in the end.

Approaching the sleeping man, Graham finally was able to talk with his other half again.

"Although it was just an illusion, that must have been very painful, Val. Even I could somehow feel it..."

He held both hands near the sleeping Derrick's head and began chanting.

"I, in the name of the Deity of Cunningness and Transformation, hereby plant this thought inside your head: you will no longer be able to see or feel your testicles from now on. You will also get all the effects of someone whose testicles have been removed. This thought will only disappear when you have completely gotten over your sexual desire over your own mother,"

His energy left him and entered Derrick Krammer's head. This time, Graham didn't feel as tired as usual since the upgrade of Purloin had cut off the stamina consumption of the copied ability by a little. It felt like only three-third of the usual stamina had been consumed.

Once the thought had been planted, Graham reached into the man's suit and took the keys to the motor carriage. He then got up and walked towards the entrance. There was nothing else of interest inside the mansion, and he was not some petty thief, so he wouldn't just steal the expensive paintings and sell them.

The moment he stepped outside, he got a strong urge to quickly return to his hotel room. It was as if there was something there waiting for him. It was the third time he felt something like that, so he knew exactly what it was.

Graham used Derrick Krammer's motor carriage whose number plate had been taken out first. He opened the metal gate using Order and began driving away at once.