Chapter 43 Moriarty [3]

Chapter 43 Moriarty [3]

—I'm in the last building. So far, I haven't seen Amy or Osborn. Also, most of the businesses seemed to be shut down.

"I see. Can you come to the hotel now?"

—Do you think they're there?

"Most likely, it's the only business they have that's still resuming operations."

—Isn't that way too obvious?

"It is."

—Then what makes you so sure they are there?

"Eyes."

—What?

"I've yet to step foot on the building. But it feels like all eyes are on me.

—Elaborate?

"The guards, the guests. They're trying to hide it. But they've been sneaking glances on me from time to time.

—Isn't it because of your looks?

"Miss Evelyn, are you saying it's because your 'assistant' is handsome?"

—W-what? N-no, no. What made you even think that? Haa... I'll be there. Don't do anything stupid before I arrive.

"Sure."

Click–

Evelyn's hypothesis somehow made sense.

But...

'The way they're looking at me...'

There was a tinge of malice from their gaze.

For Brandon, it felt...

Suffocating.

Regardless, he had to put the next phase of his plans in motion.

To make Brandon Locke's alibi.

If Evelyn meets up with Raven and the rest of the Special Force, she would most likely ask where Brandon was.

He couldn't just disappear for no reason, it would raise Evelyn's suspicion.

Not only that, but the mere mention of 'Brandon' would raise Raven's suspicion as well.

Raven would most likely think along the lines of; 'Brandon?' 'He's here?'.

It would eventually lead to Raven concluding that Brandon and Moriarty are one, regardless of having the Mirage Mask or not.

He couldn't let that happen.

The first thing to do was to call the police and alert them of the situation.

Any amount of reinforcement was welcome, and it was a good alibi.

Ring... Ring... Click–

As the call connected, Brandon put on his best 'victim' impression, making his voice shaky.

—Good evening, this is District 811. How can we–

"P-please help... me."

Click–

Those were all the words he needed to say. The police should understand the urgency of the situation just from those last chilling words.

Step–

He continued forward. The entrance of the hotel a few distance from him.

In front of him seemed to be two guards who stood by the entrance on both sides.

'Don't do something stupid?'

He was gonna do exactly that.

As he continued forward, he felt the gaze of the guards on him. Face-to-face with them, one of the guards spoke up.

"Halt! This is an invite only hotel, name?"

"Name?"

There was no point in trying to mask his identity.

If he had to strike, now was the best time. If he entered the hotel, and started the attack there, he would be surrounded from all sides.

"Moriarty."

He smirked.

"You're not on the guest lis– Ukh!"

Before the guard finished, Brandon stuck an ice dagger that was hidden beneath his sleeve on the guard's throat.

They weren't Wraithbounds, so it was a quick kill.

For every mage he killed, magic skills would pierce through the air and strike him whenever there was an opening.

"Haa.. Haa..."

Suddenly, he felt his breath grow heavy.

He suddenly felt like he was tired.

"Haha."

It amused him.

It was the result of overuse of magic skills without any proper mana training.

However, there were only a few mages left.

He just had to push through.

Until.

They were all.

Dead.

Tszzz—

[You have slain a Human!]

[You have slain a Human!]

[You have slain a Human!]

.

.

.

[You have leveled up!]

[Stat Points: +3]

[Skill Weaver capacity has increased!]

[You have unlocked the Water Affinity!]

At the end of it all, Brandon slumped down and leaned his back on a pillar.

"Haa.. Haa..."

He took deep heavy breaths and his vision started to get hazy.

Drip... Drip...

He lifted his hand to touch his forehead and felt an eerie wet sensation.

Lifting it down, it was a familiar sight.

Blood.

His forehead had started bleeding as blood continued to drip down, covering his eye.

"Haha."

All Brandon could do was laugh at his pathetic state.

Though, things didn't go quite as planned, what mattered to him were the results.

Of course, he could just buy healing potions from the [System Shop] and instantly heal his injuries. But he opted not to.

The fact that he was severely injured would greatly increase the chances of his plan to work.

That was because...

"This is even better than I expected..."

The fact that he was severely injured would greatly increase the chances of his plan to work.

"Huuu..."

Once again he took a deep heavy breath.

He turned to scan the room despite his vision getting blurry.

Blood stained the walls. Several debris scattered on the ground. All the furniture was torn.

And...

Mages laid dead on the ground.

Some were gruesomely split apart. While some had ice spears impaled deeply on their bodies.

All because of one man.

Brandon Locke.

He could tell that his opponents weren't really seasoned mages. It was just that there were too many of them.

But he could tell they were a lot stronger than the mages he had beaten during the Battle Royale.

From a distance, the sound of sirens reached his ears.

Weeeooo... Weeeoooo...

He turned his gaze to the window and realized that the police had finally arrived.

Slam—!

The glass door abruptly slammed open, and several figures emerged at the entrance.