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Chapter 121: Professionally Suspicious
🕑 Added 2025-01-30 00:30:03 +0000 UTCI snatched the cup from Viera’s grip the second her mouth parted from the edge. Effortless, nonchalant—as if the whole thing was a mirage. Once the brew left her fingers, the world clicked into place again.
“Huh, Jade?”
“Oops, my bad. Pretty sure that’s Belle’s mug—she tends to concoct her own peculiar brew.” I kept my voice airy, brushing it off. No reason to stir her suspicion.
“Ohhh,” Viera hummed, tracing her tongue over her lips. “Makes sense with that dirt-kissed aftertaste. Tasty, though. Positive I can’t keep sipping?”
“Then Belle would have to whip up a fresh batch. Best stick to your own steep,” I said, sliding her the backup cup and returning the first to Belle. She accepted it without a blink, drinking with serene satisfaction.
It wasn’t dangerous—not to Belle, at least. Her dimensional resonance was stable; nothing about the blend would affect her. And if she was into that aggressively organic flavor? Well, her enthusiastic gulps said it all.
The tea ritual dissolved shortly after, and I waved Viera off. Heh. Something reeked of wrongness. But now, my hunches had crystallized. Whether Sasha herself or her alleged puppetmaster was tugging the threads, someone was exploiting her—straight-up or through proxies—for parda tempering. No doubt.
I dropped into a chair, snatching up pen and parchment. Scribbling sorted me out. Mental chaos streamlined into ink, each sentence sanding rough edges.
There was a reason I checked her dimensional resonance. When it destabilizes, it leaves people vulnerable—open to subtle tempering. My research on intangible entities, ghosts, wraiths, and how they latch onto this plane had all led to the same conclusion. The process wasn’t flashy. It started small—mental suggestions, siphoning energy, eroding autonomy bit by bit. That’s how wraiths do it.
They weaken someone’s resonance. Siphon just enough life force that, over time, the resonance itself becomes a tether. And once that breakpoint is reached? The connection stabilizes, linking the shadow dimension to the physical one. At that point, the wraith doesn’t need to shift its resonance anymore—it has a vessel. A body, nurtured just for it.
But this? This wasn’t a wraith. That, I was 100% sure of. My senses were sharp enough to catch even the faintest anomalies from the shadow dimension. Whatever was happening to Viera, it was something else. Still undefined, but absolutely grade-A fuckery.
This rot worked quieter. Precise. Some bastard had woven filaments through Viera’s resonance—not to hijack, but to… remodel. Like splicing a leech into a tree’s vascular network.
My pages sneered at me, a constellation of maybes without a nucleus. Switch gears.
I needed an optimal strategy to investigate. First things first, though. I called out.
“Alice, can we divine Viera’s immediate safety?”
The doll’s blindfolded gaze shifted toward me.
I could’ve asked outright, Is her life in danger? But that was too broad, too murky. What if the divination reached too far ahead? I needed clarity, not riddles. Divination was a fickle tool—ask too broadly, and you’d drown in possibilities.
Just a simple answer about the present—just enough to stall the clock, let me triage this mess.
Before the inevitable shitstorm at this godsforsaken ball.
Once again, Alice pulled out the blue mana crystal, its thin thread wrapped tightly around her fingers. She’d been carrying that thing ever since our first divination with it. So we were rerunning the yes/no mana-rock roulette? This method deserved a less clunky title.
“What’s this type of divination called, anyway?” I asked, scribbling down the question: IS VIERA SAFE AT THIS EXACT MOMENT?
The gilt threads of Alice’s blindfold flickered like faulty wiring as she “sanitized” the space—again. Once finished, she turned to me with a tilt of her head. “H-huh, mistress? I thought you already knew.”
“Oh, don’t be daft. You know damn well I don’t know manaroe shit when it comes to divination. I swear, this pathway is the most secretive, gatekept nonsense in all of magic.”
Alice tapped her chin, then nodded. “It’s called Aetheric Pendulum Divination, mistress.”
I handed her the paper, and she dangled the ‘pendulum’ above it, her movements practiced, precise.
I was still curious. Would Alice actually explain how it worked? I tossed the question her way, half-expecting a vague answer—or worse, another cryptic non-explanation. But, to my surprise, she actually indulged me.
“It hinges on resonant attunement,” she intoned. “The stone mirrors the subject’s live-frequency imprint. Dextral rotation signals synchronicity—‘affirmative.’ Sinistral spin denotes discord—‘negation.’ Should it… vibrate midair, rejecting motion? Uncertainty manifests as inertial defiance.”
Fascinating. I leaned closer as her blindfold dissolved, doll-eyes replaced by twin event horizons. The crystal pirouetted—hesitant, then committed. Clockwise.
“So, she’s safe. Temporarily.”
“‘Temporarily’ anchors the result, mistress,” Alice amended. “The pendulum captures present-tense reverberations. A specter in sixty minutes? A dagger at dusk tomorrow? Statistically null. Your query was chrono-locked. The answer is… hermetically sealed.”
That was enough. At the very least, her unstable resonance wasn’t an immediate threat.
I let out a slow breath, glancing out the window. Evening was creeping in, and winter nights stretched longer than they should. The sun would set soon, and I’d be sneaking out again.
This time, Belle was coming with me.
I needed to finish the ritual and bestow whatever power it would grant my precious badger. Then, I had to meet Whisper, finish investigating that rakari boy’s missing employer to earn her trust, and finally share what I’d learned about that strange drakkari—the one I suspected was that outlaw elf.
And then there were the kids I saved from those sewer-dwelling elven cultists. The ongoing mystery of that elf. And now this looming disaster on Viera’s birthday.
…huh?
Weren’t “lay low” and “stealth mode” on my fucking bingo card?
Since when did my life become a revolving door of apocalyptic errands?!
I collapsed backward, thumb and forefinger vise-gripping my nose.
“Alice,” I moaned, “am I a chaos magnet?”
The doll angled her head, expressionless as ever. “Mistress… magnets draw. You appear to… emit.”
Point fucking taken.
***
Sneaking out was routine by now, but since Belle couldn’t follow my usual route, she had to take the more… conventional way out. Fortunately, being small and the night being dark worked in her favor. She slipped into one of the timely potion carts that always rolled in and out around this hour, vanishing among the crates without a hitch.
We regrouped outside, where I shifted back into my drakkari form, quickly pulling my clothes on before securing Belle against my back with fabric straps and donning on my cloak. First stop: Lysska.
Time to go.
Before long, I stood once again in front of Lily’s Charms and Curios—Whisper’s office. A few crows loitered on the nearby rooftops, their beady eyes tracking my every move. So she was watching. But something was off.
The shop was empty.
I frowned. What the hell? Whisper herself had told me to meet her tonight—was I early?
Before I could dwell on it, my Air Sense tingled. A small figure had just materialized at the very edge of my perception, moving deliberately, stealthily toward me. I sharpened my focus, tuning in with my ears, tail, and instincts. I still couldn’t see her—some invisibility trick, maybe an illusion spell—but that hardly mattered. Useless against me.
She crept closer, reaching toward where I stood in the open doorway. I called out before she could try anything.
“Where’s Whisper, Quickpaw?”
Immediately, she flickered into view, red robe and all, pouting like a scolded kitten.
“Could’ve feigned surprise! You and Whisper—same spoilsport vibe. One day I’ll crack your detection trick and haunt you both into early graves!”
Same song, hundredth verse. But I wasn’t in the mood to humor her antics. I needed to talk to Whisper.
“Question still stands.”
“Well…” Quickpaw rocked on her heels, ears twitching. “She got caught up with something. Something unexpected.”
That had my ears perking. “Like what?”
“You’d have to ask her yourself. She was real cagey about it, didn’t tell me much. Just told me to wait here and keep investigating. Said to follow your orders, which is weird, by the way! I’m supposed to be your senior in this gang! Me—taking orders from a maybe-recruit? Humiliating!”
“Still a maybe.”
“Inevitable maybe!”
“Doubt it.”
“Ugh! Play along! Let me boss you once!”
“No.”
“Pretty please?”
By Thalador’s beard, did her energy ever deplete?
I really should have performed Belle’s ritual first. Whisper wasn’t even here—this whole trip was a waste of time. But instead, I was stuck with Quickpaw, meaning I’d have to wait to get the information I needed and wait to deliver what I had.
Not ideal.
And I definitely wasn’t about to open up to someone like her. Quickpaw reminded me of that girl Sasha—except more dangerous.
We stepped inside the office, where Quickpaw immediately offered me a drink. I waved her off. Not in the mood. There was work to do.
“So, what’s the first step?”
Quickpaw flopped onto the sofa like a hyperactive housecat, grinning. “You tell me, boss?”
Boss. The word curdled in my gut. But orders were orders. Whisper had left me in charge, which meant this was a test—one I wasn’t about to fail. Since we were looking for a missing detective, the best place to start was obvious.
I crossed my arms. “Drop the ‘boss’ schtick. You’re older than my bootlaces.”
“Aw, but hierarchy’s fun.” She fake-pouted. “Fine. What’s phase one, craven?”
“Better.” I ignored the jab. “We hunt where the ink’s still damp. You know his nest?”
“Do ravens feast?” she shot back, twirling a lock of hair around a claw.
“Ravens also caw. Loudly.” I leaned in. “Can you manage stealth, or should I muzzle you?”
Her grin widened. “Try it. I bite.”
Hah. This girl. “We start there. Look for clues.” And maybe, if I learned enough, I could send her away for a subtle divination from Alice.
“Sure! I’d lead the way, detective!”
“But first,” she added, springing up, “lose the mask.”
I stiffened. “Why?”
She whipped out a brass badge, polished to a smug gleam. “Licensed investigators don’t skulk. Masks scream shady—we’re respectable crooks.”
Ah. Right. The gang’s double-life legitimacy. I reluctantly peeled off the disguise, my pale face bared to the lamplight.
Quickpaw mirrored me, pulling back her crimson hood to reveal a face all sharp grins and sharper eyes. “See? Now we’re just… professionally suspicious.”
And with that, we set out.
Quickpaw led me through the lower district, but not quite toward the upper. Instead, we followed a twisting path through streets that almost felt respectable—cleaner stone, sturdier buildings, fewer alleys filled with rotting wood and waste. Still a far cry from the middle district’s polished grandeur, but an undeniable step up from where we’d just been.
Snow had begun to fall, drifting lazily through the dim glow of lanterns. I liked the snow—soothing, in a way.
We stopped in front of a two-story building.
“This it?” I whispered. “I thought you said this place was empty.”
Quickpaw nodded. “Correctamundo! Cozy crypt, zero tenants!”
But I didn’t move. My eyes twitched as I sensed.
My frown deepened.
“Then why the hell do I detect, like, five people inside?”
Comments
Shai182
She promised to find the Missing Man alongside Whisper, making connections and such
Shai182
TFTC! Well, she is Chaos Dispenser...
Docnox
I lost the thread, why is she following the chatter box girl? These the bday chaos, the elves, and the familiar. This doesn’t seem related to any of those unless i completely missed something. Still seems like to many plots going on.
Razafarian
Tyftc. Poor belle repeatedly pulling the short straw 😭
