25 Galius (3)

In this room lies secrets, a big piece of the puzzle and Galius was the only one whom knows more than Delion does. If he had missed the carved date on the tombstone, he might not even been here right now.

Heating up the situation with a tone that sunk low, able to spot a cold sweat dropping on Delion's forehead although standing 3 meters away from him, the old lady mumbled. "Hate Selia you, want revenge on her. So reason you give for me not to eat striped bones of chest yours."

But threatening one only signified an intent to do so, which raised Delion's confidence as he managed to out two and two together.

But yet his reply portrayed innocence and good will, teasing hidden behind those two walls. "Why kill me? If anything I want to help anybody but the murderer."

Much more able to analyse right now, he also added. "And as for revenge, I do want it. But apart from that, Selia is on a murder spree in Blenar and has to he stopped."

"Guilt... is what Selia has with all of us along." The old lady answered, finally standing up and making her way towards Delion.

Her light taps against the shining brown and smooth flooring felt as if she was walking on the detective's heart, and not in the good way.

Muffling his fear, pulling out the dagger off his scabbard became step two and the next was threatening her with it, stretched out and pointing. "Stay there or this room will have 2 murderers."

Finally explaining in detail, the old lady didn't allow Delion to speak as dictation almost became her skill if mumbling didn't reside in her tongue.

"Selia friend was of mine. But path wrong followed her after she took it, black magic."

"Stopped her we tried but effortless it's proof, killed she 4 men and raped 3 women she, including me."

"No guilt in my heard resides, dead well deserved of her was. And again would I do to anyone whom me tried spots."

Understanding that this old lady might not be as demonic as he thought of her, Delion questioned after puzzling all of her words together. "So, she cursed you? Why?"

Noticeably putting in effort to explain herself better for once, she specified as slower speech became a companion. "All of us cursed she had, we killed her, that's because. 17 of women and men of mine cursed was by her black magic, and devil cursed us as well that she worshipped. Through eyes of her, me and friends can see."

Not sure how to find a solution out of this complex yet dark situation, Delion used the seduction of silence this time and came up with a question after 10 breaths. "Who are the rest she didn't kill? I have to save them."

"Saving them there is no option, impossible." She assured, keeping hands tied behind her back.

That considered, Delion didn't want to ask what's obvious. He saw just how powerful Selia was and tampering against black magic can only have one winner, him being the successor wouldn't be an option.

And so, a conclusion arose in his mind and he grew it to a sapling. "Then why did you tell me all of this?"

Suddenly yelling for once, she mouthed. "Not know friends of mine how curse can be broken, but I do and have found it after 50 years!"

His dagger shaking at this point and not because of an earthquake, Delion asked. "What's the way to break it?"

"Body of Selia is one way, switching souls is the other. Selia kill them all will but curse mine breaking of, will give me invincibility." Before Delion could comprehend what this crazy woman had just said, a different situation lured in his sense of view.

Lady Galius lifted something above her head, having it carried behind her back ever since they've entered this room.

What was tightened around her grip was a human foot, dried out, beyond white and wrinkly. "Selia's foot this is, swap souls it can. Finally soul strong enough I have found to take my soul."

Understanding a bit of the complexity to the point of filtering out the danger this carried, Delion first pulled his dagger behind, almost to his waist.

And afterwards lunged it forward, tossing the daggers with all the speed a frightened man can carry.

This pointy sharp weapon did not build up momentum against lady Galius' chest but towards the dried out foot she was carrying.

Through that second, they heard and partially Selia's foot twirling 7 feet above the ground, doing so for a few meters before it met with the ground again.

The dagger raged fast enough to dig through the corpse's foot and then stuck up narrowly against the polished wood planks, making Galius yell out. "My floor!"

And then rushed for it, but felt her body hurled through the air a split second after, met the ground at the end just a few inches away from the dagger.

Hearing Delion's thundering tone became the inevitable after, as she felt her arms dragged back and restricted. "Where is Selia's body?"

Although he doesn't understand how this crazy black magic works, Selia's corpse being the key to halting these murders somehow made sense.

But yet, the first thing she said was. "A pounding this old lady you're going to give?"

Understanding that reasoning has left the room long ago, he pulled out a piece of rope every detective kept to tie up struggling suspects.

But yet tying a surprisingly strong lady alone wasn't so easy, the head of the rope slipped away from the forming knot 7 times before he could get both hands in.

And then grabbed both hands of the rope, pulling them with a burst of strength and finally taming this crazy lady.

Letting her go, Delion grabbed the dagger that carried the foot, slowly pulling the dagger out and uttering. "You won't cooperate but that doesn't matter, I heard everything important and this foot will stay with me until I find the rest of the body."

Proving his sense of observation one of a kind, he cited. "I will find it, no matter where you hid it after that tomb was built. I'm sure an enemy wouldn't build an expensive tomb for someone without a benefit."