Book 1: Chapter 3.2

Book 1: Chapter 3.2

Tilarna had been referring to the substance known as fairy dust.

The dead Filipino had been an abuser of fairy dust, she explained.

Fairy dust was a strange narcotic drug that was made from Semanian fairies. Its effects varied greatly based on the specific methods used to create it, but most variants induced intense feelings of ecstasy and caused vivid hallucinations. Some of its other possible effects included numbing of pain, short-term mental hyperactivity, and development of inhuman athletic ability and reflexes.

Living up to its classification as a narcotic, fairy dust was highly addictive.

Just a few uses wouldnt cause much damage, but once one became addicted, they would begin to experience severe withdrawal symptoms. Among these symptoms were headaches, nausea, paranoia, and mental derangement. These effects were all fairly typical for drugs of the sort, but the most prominent symptom was an extreme lack of control over ones body. There must have been signs of this in the Filipinos behavior, but Matoba had failed to catch them.

According to Tilarna, in order for a human to be possessed so potently that they exhibit monstrous strength, they must be severely weakened. Therefore, the Filipinos control over his body must have been drastically reduced through his abuse of fairy dust.

It was an interesting theory, but the knowledge itself wouldnt help them directly.

Fairy dust was a fairly common substance that could be found almost anywhere. They would have to interrogate the other Filipino to figure out where they got that particular fairy.

Matoba returned to headquarters. He began a harsh interrogation of the Filipino with the 5-0 t-shirt.

As soon as Matoba threatened to use force, the man spoke.

He claimed that they had stolen the fairy from the car of a Colombian gang.

Therefore, we need to force answers out of those Colombian gangster men, is that correct? Tilarna asked, sitting in the passenger seat of the Cooper S.

This time, she had unattached her sheath before climbing in and shut the door without hesitation.

Well, I guess you could put it that way.

Where are those gangsters?

Were going to go find them right now.

Tilarna had followed after him without permission, climbed into his car without permission, and was now asking him questions without permission, as if this was all part of her routine now. Thinking himself generous for taking the time to answer, Matoba accelerated forward.

Nyuu

The Semanian made that strange noise again.

Though she tried her best to keep a calm expression, her body language indicated that she was anything but calm. Her back was glued to the seat as she stared directly ahead, gripping her sword tightly with both hands.

Matoba had the same thought when they drove from the Coast Guard Base to headquarters, but

(I wonder if shes bad with cars)

Horse-like animals existed in the Semani world, and horse-drawn carriages existed as well, but what speed could they realistically travel at? Probably nowhere near 80 kilometers per hour, possibly not even 50. Maybe they traveled at around 20 to 30 kilometers per hour, and she had just never experienced the incredible speed of Earths vehicles.

I see, Matoba muttered to himself, shifting the lever into fifth gear.

He stepped on the gas pedal. The supercharger roared as the car accelerated even further. They swerved left and right as they shifted lanes, speeding past the cars and trucks that ran ahead. The sound of screeching brakes and blaring horns rang out from all around them. Outside the window, traffic lights and road signs flew past at incredible speeds as the scene blurred into a chaotic swirl.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

Ah!

Tilarnas white fingertips turned even whiter as her grip on the sword tightened. Matoba glanced over at her.

Im in a hurry. If youre too scared, just let me know, he said cooly.

Sc-, scared? Dont say such stupid things. Go as fast as you Eek! As you want, Tilarna said, flinching as she watched a truck nearly graze their side mirror.

As you wish Oh yeah, some music would be perfect right about now.

Matoba turned on the car radio. An 80s hard rock song blared from the speakers, filling the car with its heavy beat and violent melody. Though Matoba had been feeling down for the past few days, he felt himself returning back to normal. It was a good feeling.

Tilarna clutched her hands over her ears.

What is this horrible sound!? She screamed.

Its Rock!

What!?

The driving force of the Dorini! Come on, its exciting, isnt it? Matoba yelled back, smacking the steering wheel to the beat of the drums.

It was around three oclock in the afternoon when they passed through New Guinness Street onto Madeira street.

They headed into the Western region of San Teresa, an area known as the Seven Miles. The area was seven miles long from top to bottom, and it was under charge of the seventh branch of the STPD. Countless gang organizations resided in the area, throwing it into turmoil as they fought for power.

In other words, it wasnt a very tourist-friendly part of town.

Matoba parked in front of the club that was their destination. He peered at Tilarnas deathly pale face.

Really stands out, huh.

What does? Tilarna asked, with dark circles under her eyes.

You do. How should I put it You arent white, youre super white. What did you do to get your skin this white? Are there some sort of magic hot springs in your hometown?

I dont know. Ive been like this since the day I was born.

Even your clothes are white. You look otherworldly.

I prefer the term beautiful. And Im more bothered by the filthiness of the clothes you wear.

Tilarnas tunic and coat complemented her look perfectly. Compared to the citys Semanian immigrants, who wore bizarre-looking clothes with distinct geometric patterns or outfits that made them resemble 70s funk artists, her clothes werent too out of the ordinary.

However, she still stood out.

ONeil brought his hands to his chest and gazed up at the ceiling.

Detective Matoba, do you never read the news? This city of San Teresa is plagued with horrible unemployment, financial instability and crime. Standing in the middle of this city, seeing the daily struggles of the people around you, are your words not disrespectful to the great God above that works endlessly to solve his peoples struggles?

Are they? From the way you talked on that phone call, it seemed that things were going well. Something about fifty 50-inch monitors, if I recall correctly?

You must have been hearing things. After all, youre too young to fully understand the words of God.

Would you like to talk to the seventh branchs anti-theft department instead? Matoba asked, slamming his hands on the table and glaring into ONeils sunglasses.

Hmph! O'Neil nodded, knitting his eyebrows and muttering something under his breath. If I can be of any help to you, let me know. If you have any sins you must confess to me, feel free to do so. I shall bless you with my enlightening words.

ONeil, I Matoba started, glowering at him. I absolutely hate these annoying formalities, and how you have to drag them into every single conversation we have. You may be obsessed with all of this religious stuff, but, quite frankly, I dont give a shit about any of it.

That is incredibly disappointing. Oh, I hate those who promote violence, and it is very worrying to hear these words from a man tasked with keeping San Teresa safe! It is regrettable beyond words.

Shut up, Matoba snapped, cutting him off. Im looking for a certain group of Colombian men. They ride in a Mitsubishi Pajero, probably a recent model. Theyre involved in all sorts of shady business near the gate. A few days ago, they brought a fairy from the other side. Im asking if you know anything about it, he said, weaving together the various details that he got out of his interrogation of the Filipino.

Ho?

If you tell me what you know, that god of yours will bless you with wonderful business. If you dont tell me, you will be beckoned by a certain goddess that holds a sword in one hand and a scale in the other. Her name is the court. Shell be asking you about those 50 wonderful monitors that you were talking about earlier. You follow me?

Youre a simple one, detective Matoba. If you keep it up with that attitude, your heart will fall into the hands of Satan!

Im a Tendai buddhist. I dont know of this Satan that you speak of.

I have heard that Buddhists are gentle Gentle enough to be driven out of their own land by heretics, at the very least.

Im not. So do you know or do you not know? Give me a clear answer.

ONeil took a deep breath.

Well, I cant say that I dont know.

Ho

The Colombians that come and go in this place of worship are very ethical and hardworking, though. Some of them constantly travel back and forth to the Semani world. However, among those people

You know them, dont you.

Well, the answer would be yes. However, theyre violent. Id like you to make me a promise. If they found out that I told you their names, they would take this sacred place, this wonderful place filled with the power of God, and tear it apart. Yes, if that happened, I wouldnt be able to do business for an entire month.

If you dont hurry up, Ill stop you from doing business for the rest of your life. You want me to destroy this place?

I knew that you would say such a thing, brother! O'Neil exclaimed, picking up a white napkin off of the table and waving it before his face.

That was almost like a Dirione, Tilarna said, sitting in the passenger seat of the running car.

Having collected some vague information from pastor O'Neil, they had left the club.

Dirione?

The word sounded vaguely familiar, but Matoba couldnt recall where he had heard it.

Im talking about your conversation with that priest. It means skit in your language, if I recall correctly. Thats it. It reminded me of an unpopular Dirione that I once saw.

Was it interesting?

No, it was very boring.

Is that so? Matoba replied absent-mindedly, turning the steering wheel to drive into the intersection. It was well past five oclock, and dusk had fallen over the dreary-looking city.

ONeil is a special one. I talk to all sorts of strange people for information, but Hes a really weird one. He is?

Lets keep this between the two of us. ONeil is a criminal all right, but even then, he hates serious crimes like drug trafficking or murder. He holds all sorts of really suspicious seminars and fundraisers, and trades some shady goods of questionable legitimacy, but still, he can be trusted, to a certain extent. Well, its hard to really hate him.

He looked like nothing but a filthy thief to me, Tilarna said coldly.

Well, you arent wrong.

Then why are you trusting a man like that?

Because I need to.

The Semanian knight raised her voice.

Keh Imatooba. I will begrudgingly accept your annoying and disrespectful attitude. However, though I am familiar with the English saying that goes do as the Romans do, when it comes to this, I simply cannot understand. Arent you bolice supposed to be working in the name of justice? I had heard that they are, unlike the military, tasked with protecting the safety of the public and punishing those who commit evil acts. Hearing that such brave warriors existed among the Dorini, I had high hopes for you. But now, all of that

Tilarna took a gulp of air.

Cooperating with a thief? And conveniently ignoring their crimes because of it? I cannot believe it. Do you bolice not have any sense of pride?

It wasnt something that he could just dismiss by laughing and saying youre so naive. Her voice was too serious.

Tilarna was right. He was neglecting his own duty as a police officer.

Its complicated, Matoba managed to say. Protecting the public and punishing evil, huh. There must have been a simpler time where that approach wouldve worked. Now, though Well, its very complicated.

I dont understand.

No one does.

The car ran on.

As they sped through the intersection, Matoba gently lifted his foot off of the clutch pedal. For a man who stomped down on the accelerator just to scare his passenger earlier that day, it was a very kind gesture.