Demons in the Mirror - Chapter 130

The interrogation room door opened, revealing a blond lieutenant and his partner named Jeff.

Well, ‘Jeff’ was not exactly ‘Jeff’ behind those policeman clothes. The surgical mask that he wore supported the role of the sick partner that he played.

He hated the role, though. It was the worst play that he ever had to do for his 18 years of life. Kiaran grunted in silence as he made his way to the table in the middle of the room.

Two guards were sitting on the chairs before the table in silence. There were no wounds on them aside from how pale they looked. ‘Kiaran’ probably knocked both of them down earlier that night.

The grey walls supported the room with their paleness. The only light source was the lamp on the ceiling right on top of the table.

Valerian was the first one to take the seat as the policewoman closed the door for them. Kiaran quickly followed the blond right after while keeping his ominous presence in secret.

There was a slight tension between the guards as they landed their eyes on Kiaran. Though, they quickly became relaxed when they saw Valerian.

“I apologize for coming without a notice even though you two had just woken up.” Valerian began, looking at the two with high professionalism and a mix of a polished smile.

“I am also aware that you two have to go back right now if I did not intervene, so please excuse me beforehand.” He continued. Green eyes glinted with a stern and soft look that matched up with the title that he achieved.

Kiaran rarely saw Valerian this way. Every time he met the lieutenant, he would always glare at him with irritation and was easy to tease. The blond would grit his teeth and try to eat him alive with his gaze.

Kiaran’s lip tugged a little behind his surgical mask as he observed the blond in silence. It was amusing to see this side of his sworn enemy.

Or a friend, perhaps.

“Yes. The mercenary was the one who took the body away.” The guard on the left added, staring in much seriousness at Valerian from across the table.

“Even though he had just escaped?” The lieutenant asked more with professionalism while Kiaran listened in silence as they talked about him.

It was funny and ironic in some way.

“He could be running to the grave right after he escaped.” The guard on the right chimed in, defending the other guard’s statement.

“But you said it was around eight pm? The mercenary disappeared around ten. Something doesn’t add up, don’t you think?” Valerian retorted back, scanning the two guards sharply, trying to find the lies behind their statement.

“B-but it’s true! I saw him!” The guard’s face had become desperate with a slight agitating look in his eyes.

Before Valerian could utter more words, Kiaran beat him first. “He really did see him. He is telling the truth.”

The blond quickly closed his mouth and snapped his head over to Kiaran with a frown. “What? But you-”

“What was he wearing that day?” Kiaran ignored the blond and quickly diverted his focus to the guards.

“A large black robe.” The guard answered without hesitance. Kiaran could easily see the truth behind his eyes. He was good at knowing which one was a lie and which one was a truth.

He was the greatest liar, after all.

“A large robe? Why would I-” Kiaran stopped himself from ranting and sighed.

“Why would the mercenary wear that? He doesn’t like that kind of style.” He quickly changed his tone and copied the way Valerian acted before.

“We don’t really know. But his back was large as if he was hiding something behind the robe.” The guard explained thoroughly while trying to see Kiaran’s eyes that was hidden under the police cap.

“Wings.”

“Pardon?” Two of the guards blinked confusedly at Kiaran while Valerian threw him a quizzical gaze.

“Nothing. I was just lost in my thoughts.” He quickly brushed their question off and continued.

“His eyes. What colour were his eyes were?” Kiaran asked more and made the atmosphere turn weird with his questions.

“I think everyone knows this. He has two blue eyes. Did you not aware of this, sir?” There was a sceptical look from the guard as he answered Kiaran’s question.

“So he had blue eyes that night?” Kiaran once again ignored the question and asked more.

The left guard wonderingly looked over to the other guard as if asking what was happening through his eyes. “Uh, yes?” He answered awkwardly with a slight frown.

Then suddenly, Kiaran got up from the chair and grabbed Valerian’s wrist. “Police boy, let’s go. We’re done here.”

The latter quickly gave Kiaran an opposing look to his words. “What? But we didn’t get anything.”

The mercenary tugged the lieutenant’s hand and forced the blond to stand up. He returned Valerian’s opposing gaze with a determined look. “Oh. We got everything, alright.”

He quickly dragged him away from the table to the door, opening it fast as he brought Valerian with him. The lieutenant tried to bid his goodbye to the guards and policewoman while following Kiaran’s footsteps.

Though, it seemed like the policewoman had a fever. Her face was red as she waved at Valerian and Kiaran while kept staring at them as they vanished away from her sight.

“That impersonating motherfucker. He planned something.” Kiaran grumbled as they got in the car.

He snatched the hat away and messed his black hair up. He opened the police uniform and revealed a black shirt underneath.

“Who?” Valerian asked curiously as he got in the driving seat while looking at Kiaran that was throwing away his surgical mask to the back seat

“My counterpart.” He stated and stared at Valerian’s eyes which slowly morphed into a heavy realization.

“And I think I know what his plan is.”

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Valerian’s red eyes twitched as he received the death of the wanted man of the kingdom. He was not mad that he died. After all, it was bound to happen for all the spike man’s bad deeds to challenge people that he deemed strong.

But it seemed like the man had a death wish. He apparently pissed off the anarchist family. The Vergessene family.

The knight gripped the wanted paper in his hand and folded it harshly. How could a man be that stupid to challenge the Vergessene family?

Valerian did not challenge them. Kiaran was the one who tried to annoy him the hell off every time. He did try to kill the demon with his counterpart that also tried to kill the other Kiaran.

But of course, it would fail. It seemed like the blindfolded man knew that he would fail too.

Valerian gritted his teeth. His pointed ear twitched in distress. He was angry, but he could not let it out. He was always the pawn in Kiaran’s games, and now someone tried to use him as well?

He glanced at the paper in his hand once more and sighed. The reason why he had to look more into this event was that a young soldier in training disappeared right after he tried to fight with the man.

Valerian did not know why the young soldier did that. But apparently, he disappeared right after the man tried to fight with the Vergessene family.

Something was not adding up. But according to the witness that happened to be a baker, she told him that the young soldier was beaten up by the man, and the Vergessene family helped the young soldier.

The question was, why would they help the young soldier?

This was giving Valerian a headache. The knight hadn’t rest at all after the witch’s death, Alea. Her body was found without a heart, and Valerian knew that it all related to that damn anarchist.

And now more problems popped out, and he had to solve them somehow.

Sighing, he put aside all the paperwork. The blond locks fell onto his eye as he brushed them off to the back. He raised from his chair, sauntered from his seat to his office door, and got out.

He strolled along the hallway, silently walking to his little brother’s resting room. Valerian would always have the time to visit Aster, hoping that someday, when he opened the door, the boy would be smirking as he stared at him with his playful forest eyes.

He always had a little hope ever since he met Aster’s healthy counterpart. Maybe, just maybe, this Aster would wake up too and be healthy like that human.

Valerian stood in front of the door and sighed. He pestered a smile to greet Aster, knowing, hoping that the boy would wake up and see his smile. Not his tired state.

So when Valerian opened the door, he was not expecting what he was seeing at all. He never had this kind of thought before. But now that it happened, the blond trembled, gritting his teeth at the scene.

Aster had disappeared.