"We really are in the right place."
The blood dripping from Rhys's arm continued to spatter on the ground; failing to paint it red, however, as it really only just joined with the pool of blood already decorating the rooftop. In the end, Rhys did as he said back in the mission briefing.
He killed them all even though they tried their best to answer his questions.
Unfortunately for them, Rhys and Olga were running on very limited time as they were just taking advantage of the short chaos in the Underworld. With the added pressure from Ayesha and the others, whoever was running things here probably feared that the nymphs would find their way here soon.
"When I interrogated the gorgon who sold the nymph back in the Underworld," Rhys breathed out as he grabbed all the ID Pass from all the corpses, "She told me she sold it to a human with small eyes — I thought that meant it was someone from the East. But it would seem that someone foreign is involved. What do you think, Ma'am? ...Ma'am?"
Rhys then turned to look at Olga as she had remained quiet the entire time he was questioning the men in coats, only to see her face almost completely red while staring at his bloody hand; her breaths, slightly stuttering and heavy.
"...Ma'am?" Rhys then leaned his head down right in front of Olga.
"Commander!" Olga let out a small gasp as she woke up from her tiny weird stupor; quickly composing herself and adjusting her clothes and hair, "Good work. We found some crucial intel, but we should probably discuss it while joining in with the chaos."
"Hm..." Rhys nodded as he noticed the noise inside the building getting louder and louder, "...Should we split up?"
"No," Olga quickly shook her head as she gestured to Rhys to enter the building, "It wouldn't be wise to split up. This foreigner with small eyes they mentioned, they said he's also able to talk to the nymph — the same as you. That means...
...we should assume that he might also be as strong as you, Commander."
"...I'll lead the way just in case Aengela wakes up, then," Rhys then carefully entered the building, only to see red flashing lights painting the walls and a somewhat loud siren screaming in the air, "This should be a good enough cover for us."
And with only a nod as their only sign to each other, the two started scouting the building as fast as they could; moving from door to door and floor after floor in no time at all.
"Ma'am."
"Hnh..." Olga let out a small moan as Rhys suddenly pushed her to the wall; slightly pinning her as they finally saw people running toward a certain room, which looked like it just led to another ordinary classroom from the outside.
Of course, Rhys chose to ignore that small moan for now and focus on the mission — and Olga did the same too, remaining professional as the two of them quietly approached the room everyone seemed to be entering.
From their count, there were probably at least more than 70 people who entered the room... but as soon as they took a peek, there was no one there — and there was also no way in the first place that 70 people could fit in the tiny classroom that was filled with armchairs that had their own small desks integrated to it.
"A secret entrance?" Rhys breathed out as the two of them carefully entered the room.
"...Okay," Rhys did not really see any reason to refuse, however, as he stood closer to Olga — but instead of wrapping himself in her arms, he moved behind her and hugged her behind above her shoulder.
"Hiii..." Olga slightly flinched as she felt Rhys's warmth. But after a few seconds, she quickly shook her head and kept on a straight face, "...Your... your legs."
"Oh," Rhys then raised his legs and then wrapped them around Olga's waist — suffice it to say, with Rhys towering over Olga, they looked incredibly awkward.
But of course, the two were professionals and just both kept a straight face as Olga let out a long and very deep breath.
"Remember to just look forward, Commander."
"Yes, Commander," Rhys also nodded as he looked forward, and without even warning, he instinctively let out a small gasp as it felt like his organs were being left behind. Fortunately, with Rhys's increased senses and reflexes, he was still slightly able to catch up to the moving scenery around him — and very soon, they reached a door.
"Hm..." Rhys casually got off Olga as he looked at the key terminal beside the door. He then looked at Olga, who just nodded her head and gestured to Rhys to insert the ID Pass.
And he did, with the door opening without any complications at all—no.
The complications came after — because as soon as they stepped inside, the scent of blood instantly filled their nose. They did not even have to find the source as it was already right in front of them.
All the people that previously entered the room, massacred; their heads, all bashed in.
"Hero."
"Hm?" Rhys slightly leaned back as Aengela finally woke up, quickly climbing up his shirt and then sitting on his shoulder,
"You should run."
And as Aengela whispered those words to his ear, the sound of footsteps and a sort of harmonious strum of a guitar harmonized in the air.
"Commander, it's him," Olga quickly put up her guard; her arms, vibrating incredibly fast as she looked at the man slowly approaching them, just casually playing a guitar while doing so. And the man in coats was right — his eyes were incredibly small and seemingly exhausted; his hair, incredibly disheveled, "Is the nymph saying something to you?"
"Yes," Rhys nodded, "She's... telling us to run and mentioned a name."
"A... name?"
"...The Bard of Tragedy, Orpheus."