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Chapter 29

Flange Orphanage, City: Three Prongs Fork, Republic of Shantu, Continent: Barat, Year 2022, Planet: Grimoire

The soul might've found the earlier confrontation and conversation between the three men highly entertaining, but now the atmosphere had turned tense and heavy with rising aggression. He couldn't quite put a finger on what happened exactly. Maybe it had to do with some random remarks that escaped Doyle Moline. He seemed rather lost in thought, occasionally mumbling stuff that made no sense whatsoever currently. Nor did it seem to have anything to do with the situation at hand.

A sigh escaped the soul.

Nor did there seem to be any further progress with the investigation going on elsewhere. So, what could be done to move things onward? He didn't know, but he could point the blame to the idiot commander. He wasn't reading the mood currently which meant he was blundering intentionally wasting time. The other option, though dubious at best, was that he really wasn't aware of how uncomfortable the director was with his overwhelming presence.

This situation had definitely gone from somewhat interesting to downright nauseating and outright boring. If he could cry, he would, but something about that potion put him into a state of temporary paralysis. That sensation he didn't care for one bit.

Not to mention that it seemed as though he was now the topic of discussion that had turned a bit rancorous if he wasn't mistaken. Were they good acquaintances or not?

Just the fact that he couldn't tell was driving him up the wall with frustration. What didn't help was the fact that the commander was putting on a front while studying him very sharply.

At least the man wasn't trying to talk to him. The soul glared at him with rising ire. Though it didn't mean anything if he kept staring at him so blatantly.

Maybe that was the point. The soul harrumphed in his mind when he finally figured out what was going on. He mentally rolled his eyes in disgust at the commander's apparent immature behavior. Seriously? He wanted to egg the director into finding out what else was different about him. How boring could one individual be when it came to unflattering jealousy.

Yes, that is what he sensed from the commander. How stupid was that? The soul didn't find that admirable or amusing in the least. All it was doing was complicating this situation far too much.

Right then the commander blinked as if realizing just what he was doing wrong right now. A little late to figure it out now. What a dense fellow he was. The soul was somewhat amused but not enough to encourage him to keep doing what he was currently in the process of making an even worse blunder that was sure to make the director bristle at him eventually.

Not only that but that commander or other sure knew how to scare people. The soul frowned slightly when it heard the questions he asked of the director. So, he recognized when someone either transmigrated or reincarnated, eh? That was a tad awkward and dismaying. Fortunately, it didn't seem as though the director actually cared about what he was doing with his current situation.

"So, what would you suggest I do?" Doyle's arms were folded across his chest. "I haven't contacted her because I'm too far away to use the typical communications array." He shook his head clearly tired of that question inquired of him.

"Huh, so that is why you flagged me down, hmm? Well, that makes sense." If anything, the commander seemed a bit disappointed. "So, what are you going to do about their names?"

That was a good question. One he hadn't even thought of considering to inquire about in the future. The soul was somewhat worried. From what he could discern, there were some really odd traditions used for raising offspring in this country.

A slew of questions rang through his head, distracting him momentarily from keeping track of the meaningless conversation happening between the two men. How did these people customarily go about naming newborn children? Did they pick a random nominative through a lottery? Base it on a season or a particular day or holiday? This kind of stuff he really needed to know.

The director regarded the commander with disbelief. "Did you even bother going through the pieces of evidence?" He was clearly shocked.

"Not all of it." The commander shrugged. "Why?"

The director sighed. "I don't even know why I bothered handing over those letters." He growled in disgust.

The soul was surprised. Hmm, something was going on there if he wasn't mistaken and it had to do with some letters or something? None of that was going to be answered while that blasted commander hung around though. The soul sighed inwardly. Annoying. How much longer was all this going to take?

The director rolled his eyes. "In the paperwork, there were birth certificates for the four children which included their names." He stated coldly. "I will be using those names unless advised otherwise."

The Commander grunted. "I'll check out that information." He glanced at the soul and siblings. He shrugged. "I think I should return to my business outside."

Fortunately, it did seem as though the business keeping the two men nearby was drawing to an end, much to his relief. Great, maybe that meant the carriage and the two other men would also be able to depart.

Luckily that did seem to be the case. The soul felt nothing but relief as the carriage was able to be on its way. Would they be making any further stops? On one hand, it might be a good thing to get checked by that person they kept referring to, Takesha Murray. On the other hand, maybe it would be better to keep going. The soul just wasn't sure what would be good at this point.

He was getting sleepy because some of those nastier side effects finally eased off and he no longer felt as though he'd vomit everywhere. A sigh escaped him, and he finally drifted off.