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A dystopian, war-torn world where Criminals who use their powers for evil have spread everywhere. Corruption, bloodshed and traumatising conditions leave society at the brink of chaos. 

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A Queen Bee in school just died in a freak accident.  Everyone that is closed to her is suspected.  A super sleuth team called D.A.R.E. is about to get to the bottom of the issue.

The Question Which Bothers
Both went silent for some time, Xuan Rong remembered that Wang Bo was here a year ago without taking permission to descend in the Celestial Sphere and he was trying to get acquainted with his grandchild, what exactly was going on in his mind? Does he like his grandchild? Whether he exposed his identity in front of her or not? And how he suddenly left? 
 
 
 
Few elders of upper sphere were really exploiting the laws of Celestial Sphere, he has to ask them about it or increase the strict rules, if anyone no matter what position he has in the upper sphere crossed the lower sphere would be sentenced heavily. 
 
 
Wang Bo as if knew his crime lowered his head, he cannot relate the whole truth, it would bring disaster, Xuan Rong would never remain this calm and sit on the throne after he came to know that the one who reborn and the one who was backstabbed and the one who would take revenge singlehandedly would be his grandchild, Jiushi reborn Jen Xuan Rong to take her revenge. 
 
 
 
"I admit my delinquency Superior Xuan Rong, that's why I am here before starting off with my learning, I was asked to clear the debts be it committed in ignorance or intentional," the supreme needed a pure heart without any guilt to bestowal his supreme ways. 
 
 
 
Xuan Rong was surprised to hear, so this young man was cognizant about his guilt, he could see his future as a young supreme, at this moment Xuan Rong was something else too, if Jen became Golden Legend, he won't object if Wang Bo wanted to marry her but the question was whether Wang Bo was serious about it? Or he was just passing by, so it turned out that great grandfather was overly obsessed with the idea of matchmaking for his grandchild.  
 
 
 
"According to the rules if you were forced to descend then it was not your fault but if you intentionally broke the barrier then you will be charged for crime," Xuan Rong spoke solemn. 
 
 
He was not willing to lighten his expressions just because the thoughts of his mind, moreover once the barrier was forcefully opened externally it took lots of resources for restoration, Fiber Designers has to work hard to maintain the solidity and the safety of the barrier, also there were only three Fiber Designers of Golden Legend Realm and one of them was hired from upper sphere, they were busy three fifty six days in a year because they not only make sure the existence of external sphere fiber barrier but they were also occasionally invited by different Manias.   
 
 
"I am willing to compensate or if there is punishment I am ready to face it," Wang Bo stood up soberly and bowed. 
 
 
Xuan Rong was impressed with his demeanor, it was unusual for a royal heir of top third Clan, not many young cultivators could show this kind of bearings.  
 
 
"You have to spend three days with the Fiber Designer and help him setting up a better barrier," Xuan Rong was aware about the accomplishments of this young man, it was said that Wang Bo was very talented and he has learned at least five proficiency aptitudes which was eye opening achievement, the upper sphere was full of resources and talents, it was pity that arrogance come along too when such dream place was underneath to cultivate. 
 
 
 
"Sure, as the superior commend," Wang Bo bowed and left with the Sky Thunder Martinet, the guardian beasts were not allowed to wander around or inside the Defender Hacienda but if Xuan Rong wanted to pass his orders he would call the Sleuth Custodians.
 
 
 
Xuan Rong went to take a look whether Jen was sleeping well. 
 
She was sleeping soundly, he came back and called Sleuth Custodian spirits, this creature was little ugly and mention not if these Sleuths created mess out of various orders, it was normal. 
 
 
Why Xuan Rong allowed them to enter in the Defender Hacienda because they cannot absorb the essence, the guardian beasts were giant birds and they needed constant essence absorption, the Defender Hacienda was not a palace or a crown house type living, it was created with the alive cultivation layers of the present Defender, if someone starting absorbing essence madly in the territory then the regular flow would disturb though it would be like small drop in the ocean still the charity of purest essence was not wise step. 
 
 
 
 
Defender should anytime be prepared to face his enemies, the layers of his cultivation were the constant approach which was equal to cultivate without sitting silently in the seclusion that means even if Xuan Rong was talking to anyone or checking his other routine visits, his cultivation was not disturbed, this trait was limited only for the Defender, or few limited number of experts in the upper sphere, it was taught by the supreme. 
 
 
 
"Bring some simple dresses for my grandchild," Xuan Rong ordered three Sleuth Custodians. 
 
"Master, we need to pay," it emitted smoke from the dull black face when it spoke words.
 
Xuan Rong was already bringing out a couple of jade pins and handed them. 
 
"Master, is it baby girl or baby boy?" the Sleuth Custodian again asked. 
 
"Baby girl," Xuan Rong was accustomed to their ways but he don't want to replace them because no one can control these Sleuth Custodians, the cultivators used heart as a target and these creatures don't bear heart at all, they were made of smoke, and many things were strange about them, and their behavior won't let anyone to explore this creature closely. 
 
 
So there was disadvantage and many advantages. 
 
These three shook themselves and dispersed like smoke. 
 
After some time they returned, Xuan Rong could sense that Jen has woken up, he gestured them to send the clothes in her chamber, they flew with the air and reached the girl, but wait…
 
 
They looked at each other, did not Superior said baby girl, but this girl was grown up girl, right? They looked at the clothe bags and returned after placing down it. 
 
 
 
Now they were silently standing in front of the Superior. 
 
Jen opened the bag and here it was, there were clothes for a small baby girl not for the grown up young girl. 
Jen was perplexed, her great grandfather mistook her condition? No, it can't be. 
 
She picked the bag full of small baby girl clothes and walked to find her grandfather, Xuan Rong was curious why these creatures were silent after returning from chamber. 
 
 
Jen came at the same time, She picked a small girly rob and showed her grandfather, "Grandfather, what is this?" there was confusion on her face. 
 
 
Xuan Rong looked at the clothes and finally understand what blunder these creature had done this time, "Oh, I sent these custodians to buy few dresses for you and they bought these instead," he waved his hand, would that he could scold these creatures but they might not get his anger. 
 
 
 
"Take these clothes back and bring suitable clothes wearable for young girl Jen Xuan Rong, did you understand?" he ordered them again and explained too. 
 
 
"Yes master," boneless head shook and the Sleuth Custodians went back. 
"Did you rest well?" he turned to ask her. 
"I did," Jen replied with the same emptiness and her eyes wandered in the big hall where the horizon lights were emitting last glow. 
 
 
"Can you tell who caused this condition?" he asked looking at her indifferent expressions. 
 
"I don't know, and I don't want to know, one day he will know me instead," Jen blinked her eyes to stop the tears. 
 
Xuan Rong could not guess what she was saying exactly. 
 
"Come here and sit," he gestured her to sit on the throne and himself sit on a subordinate chair, these chairs were placed if there happened to be few guests from the top Manias or hidden experts, elders.  
 
 
Jen walked and sit without speaking anything, for others it was the highest position and dream for many yet for her this throne was just a big chair accommodating the bulky body of her great grandfather. 
 
 
"You should relate it to me," he coaxed her. He wished that the way she left this place back then promising to become strongest, her stubborn attitude and her determined eyes, he again wanted to see her in that form. 
 
 
From the time he brought her back, his heart has lost the tranquility to see her in this condition, he cannot force her to say it, he was helpless against his grandchild. 
 
 
"There is nothing, I was not feeling very well so I thought to spend some time with my grandfather," Jen answered without blinking her eyes, her eyes feels like stony and there was no more a brilliant, determined look. 
 
 
"It is good, I will let you explore my cultivation territory, you can also ride on the guardian beasts, and if you wanted to learn few techniques I am here to teach you," Xuan Rong pleasantly spoke, he thought that Jen came back to live here for the rest of time and learn from him.                    
 
 
 
       

One who said, "I am bad guy!" was speaking a lie.
One who said, "I am a good guy!" was actually hiding the truth. 

Jen Xuan Rong is the center of attention for a few reasons, could she become what her ancestors had decided for her?
and how far she could survive in the world of stronger opponents?


Her husband should not be the one evil willed.
Would she choose one from the two? Or walk on her alone path?

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 Its a cultivation novel with female lead.

Enjoy the development of this story with the author here... 

Author
_Sha


Photo, not mine, credit to the rightful owner.
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"With the opponent sent flying, Jen was left in the middle of the battleground.

The genius tried hard to stand up on his feet but he trembled and fell again.

His appearance got messed with a single slap.

A small line of blood appeared from the corner of his mouth. 

Apparently, it was a small injury but only he himself could elaborate his internal injuries.

He looked at the calm girl one last look and collapsed.

Jen really hates such learners who wanted to take advantage of weaknesses of others but he met with Jen, his bad luck."

Luna's POV 
We all go on road trips now and again. On those trips you might pass trees. Tons of trees. miles and miles of trees. You pass them and might think about how pretty they are,but when you are a super sleuth like me you might thing"what has happened In the cover of those trees".
People say I'm pretty dark at times but it's the truth people go missing,people get murdered,people even get lead into the trees to die.
I believe that the darker the area the more evil and dark things happened there. My 5th grade classmate went missing in the woods.I never thought about it much but I keep having a dream of seeing him in the woods...it's like he wants me to find him. Nora is willing to help me because she took his disappearance harder than anyone even his own parents. We are going to find Austin and bring him home.


In Loving Memory of Austin 
Austin is my real life 5th grade classmate who went missing and was found dead. millions of  wishes to his family

Once a dangerous virus came strange things started to happen tons of murders and disappearance being apart will our girls be able to solve this one

The large Grizzly Bear loped through the woods, trying to fight back the primal instinct rampaging through his blood.

The bear's shaggy brown fur kept him well hidden from any prying eyes, but he knew that, with just one flare of his nostrils, there weren't any creatures within a twenty-mile radius that wasn't of Ursidae descent.

And, even if there were, he knew that he was safe.

No one in their right mind, whether they be a Canidae, Panthera, or even a Crocodylinae male, would take on a near three-thousand pound Grizzly... but especially one that had glowing amber-colored eyes and a swaying head. Plus, he had four-sets of sixteen-inched claws that could knock a man's head clean from his shoulders, and a fierce set of battle-stained canine teeth. He was a killing machine, an uncontrollable creation of the gods, and he was trying to maintain control.

′Lords above, help any poor male that might stumble across my path.′ The man within the beast whispered, pushing the lumbering, three-ton animal even further up the mountain.

With every step of the bear's massive paws, the man couldn't help but dig his claws into the earth, feeling the cool slide of rock and clay. The crisp, moist air clung to the trees, boulders, and moss, but, despite the lower temperatures-- temperatures he normally loved-- his body was positively on fire.

Shaking his head with a snort, the bear trudged down a steep embankment, mindful of the loose pebbles that threatened to send him tumbling into the creek. But, no matter how many pebbles skittered out from beneath him, he wasn't afraid; he had scaled these walls since he was just a cub, and, at the moment, taking a plunge in frigid mountain water sounded lovely.

The bear dropped down into the water, grunting as the last taste of winter nipped at him. The mud at the bottom sucked at his paws, and he could feel himself beginning to sink, but he had no interest in lingering. He had been in his bear-skin for far too long now; what was supposed to be a quick walk in the woods, had led to a near-hour long hike. And he knew that his abba wouldn't be happy.

The bear gradually began to steer it's nose back in the direction he'd come from, but its restlessness hadn't been eradicated. In fact, with every step back towards his sleuth, he felt his anxiety rise-up even further, churning and boiling...

Today was the day...

Off in the distance, he could smell roasting meat; he could hear the sound of gruff laughter as a male joked around with his sleuth brothers. The scent of salmon and elk roasting over an open-spit made his mouth water, and the faint flicker of blazing light beckoned him closer, but he shoved down the urge. He couldn't delay his return any longer-- it was time to stick his paw in the beehive and hope for the best.

But, even as an expert beehive raider, he was still terrified of that initial buzz... the rejection of his intrusion.

And he had no doubt that that letter would give him one hell of a buzz.

He reached his den in no time, the shadow of the log-cabin falling over him, melting his golden-brown fur to a mass of darkness. All around him, trees still bare from winter loomed over him, reminding him of that letter no doubt clenched in his abba's fist... he had been waiting all winter to hear back from the Terra Pairing Program, and, finally, the day he'd find out whether or not he'd been accepted, had arrived-- and he was terrified.

When he'd first signed up, he'd been ripe with optimism-- after all, he was the heir to the largest Ursidae sleuth on the continent of Gaze; who wouldn't accept him? But, once the cruelty of winter had begun to set in, that hope had slowly swayed into near certainty. He was a bear-- a beast that was slower than all of the other shifters, not nearly as agile, semi-solitary, and starved themselves for over three months-- what female in their right mind would trade a life with their own race, a race probably much better off than his own, to live a life with him? And, worst of all, he was destined to lead a sleuth of bears... it wasn't as if the female was mating with some farmer's son; she would have responsibilities and expectations placed on her, and she'd have to get used to the idea that he wouldn't be her's, not completely.

As his abba always said, "a chief is mated and bonded to his sleuth first; females come last each and every time. Only when death claims him, will he tie himself to a mate."

Trudging up to the chest that held extra clothes, he shook his head. What in the world was he thinking, allowing his abba to bully him into registering?

He shouldn't know better! Should've used his head just a little more instead of choosing to listen to his hormones! Gods above, he was such a fool--

"Rhoe." The voice had him tilting his head up to the two-story window. Amber eyes narrowed, the thin ring of brown around the pupils glittering dangerously.

A letter gripped in his abba's hand, fluttered in the wind; a golden emblem sitting on the lip of the envelope burning bright.

"Get up here, son." Was all the chief said before the letter disappeared from view and the window slammed shut.

Taking advantage of his bear's surprise, Rhoe quickly forced its shift. In a matter of seconds, fur receded and limbs rearranged themselves to resemble the body of a man. Where a massive bear once stood, in a matter of moments, an equally as big man took its place.

Storming into his cabin without a care in the world, he was up the stairs and at his abba's side in no time. Even though he'd taken the steps three at a time, he wasn't in the least bit out-of-breath, but, just staring at the letter clasped in his father's hand damn near killed his heart right-then-and-there.

Gabal Ursa the II, chief of the Western Creek Ursidae Sleuth, was sitting on a well-worn wooden chair, his forearms resting on the scarred desk before him. His shoulder-length hair was tied at the base of his neck, held together by a strip of dark elk-leather. But, even though there were a few strands of silver hair on his head, Rhoe knew better than to underestimate the male before him-- even at centuries-old, Gabal was well-built and solid. And, in his eyes, Rhoe wasn't any different than any of the other males within his sleuth-- blood be damned.

No matter how much his bear roared at him to snatch the letter from Gabal's hand, the man had to ignore the beast's demands. His abba wasn't afraid to physically put Rhoe in his place whenever he felt that he'd wronged him-- his father had dominated him for as long as he could remember and would continue to do so until Rhoe took his place as chief.

Clearing his throat as if to push the roar further down into his stomach, Rhoe walked over to his dressed and pulled on a pair of pants. Once he was properly clothed, he walked back over to his abba. He stared down at the letter, afraid to touch it.

Either way, even if his application had been turned down, that letter was going to change his life. It didn't matter if the Terra Pairing Program had located his real mate-- the one female, created by the gods themselves, that would perfectly match him in all aspects-- he'd still find a female. His father would be sure of that.

Gripping the back of the chair his father was sitting in, he tried to leash in his bear. It wouldn't be any good to go feral, especially when, if by some miracle, the Pellomidae council had accepted him... he'd heard stories of males, after receiving their acceptance letter, acting a fool in excitement; and, once the word of the male's actions got back to the Pellomidae council, his acceptance status had been revoked.

Now was not the time to get eager or impatient-- even if he wasn't accepted now, there was a small chance that they'd locate his mate later on down the road. His application still remained in the database, permanently, until he either found his mate on his own terms, or died trying. There was still hope for him.

'There is always hope for those who dream.' His late madre had said. His heart clenched in his chest with her whispered words, remembering how closely she had held him against her, the smell of her long brown hair, the warmth of her honey eyes.

Yes, signing up for the mating draft had most definitely been foolish-- what on Terra had he been thinking?!

"Well, are you going to open it?" The deep rumble of his abba's voice drew Rhoe from his thoughts.

Gabal had turned in his seat, facing him. The chief's dark eyes, usually so stoic and stony, had a trace of amber around the irises-- the brighter color writhing with hidden emotion.

Reaching forward, he grasped the letter sitting in his father's open hand. Staring down at the envelope, the official emblem of the Pellomidae council smiled up at him. The symbol of the rearing horse, centered in the middle of a glistening sun, taunted him, reminding him of the folded letter sitting just behind its surface. It was the only seal on the planet of Terra to feature a herbivore, and, as far as he knew, it'd always stay that way.

The Pellomidae race was very proud of their ability to shift into any creature-- whether it be a carnivore, herbivore, or something in-between-- but, to them, the long-since extinct equine was a sacred animal. Only the reigning Lords and Ladies could shift into a horse, and, even then, they had limits on when and where they could morph...

And those limitations were as sacred as the animal itself. Rhoe had never seen a real-life horse-- save for history books; and his father, who'd been alive for over a century and had roamed the seven continents, had only ever seen a horse once.

Tearing his eyes from the seal that was beginning to irritate his bear, he unsheathed a thick claw from his fingertip and sliced into the top of the envelope. He was mindful to slice around the letter inside, but when his claw grazed the spine of the paper, he couldn't stop his beast from surging forward.

'Hurry.' It huffed, it's guttural voice a strange mix between a growl and a bellow. 'Mate.'

'Calm.' Rhoe told the animal. 'You need to stay calm. Don't get your hopes up-- the odds of us being accepted are very slim.'

But the animal didn't appreciate his pessimistic attitude. With a growl that rattled in the man's chest, the bear forced its hand.

Before Rhoe could halt its jerky movements, the animal had torn the envelope in half, but, by the grace of the gods, the actual letter hadn't been damaged in the slightest.

'Look... read.′ The grizzly bear demanded.

Rhoe flipped open the letter, and, without hesitating, decided that it was time to brave the wolves. He was a strong male-- the sting of disappointment would hurt, yes, but it wouldn't be a lasting wound. No matter what, he'd get a mate...

'But it won't be our fated mate-- the female that completes us.' The bear growled, mentally swiping its massive, claw-tipped paws at him.

The man couldn't help but agree, but he didn't let the bear know that. He knew that, if he was rejected, his abba had a female bear in mind for him... she was of high status, and didn't have a lick of Panthera, Canidae, or Mustelidae blood in her. The she-bear was the best option in his father's eyes-- she'd carry on the Ursa legacy and give Rhoe strong, healthy, purebred male heirs.

His beast recoiled, shaking its head in disgust.

If this letter declined him, there'd be hell to pay... of that he was sure.

Finally, Rhoe turned his eyes to the paper and began to read.

'Dear Mr. Ursa,

We are here to inform you that your application to the Terra Pairing Program, in the search for your fated mate given to you by the gods, has been accepted.′

He damn near dropped the acceptance paper in his shock. His heart stuttered in his chest, and even his bear pulled back in surprise.

"Well?" His abba pressed, looking from the letter, to his son, then back. "Rhoe?"

"I got accepted." His throat closed around those words.

He'd been accepted...

He'd been accepted!

They'd found his mate!

Standing up from his chair, his father then gestured for Rhoe to continue on. The male's dark eyes were starting to bleed into a stark amber color, the ring of gold around his pupils being replaced by the earthy brown of his irises.

A look that Rhoe was, no doubt, replicating on his own face.

He continued to read:

'Dear Mr. Ursa,

We are here to inform you that your application to the Terra Pairing Program, in the search for your fated mate given to you by the gods, has been accepted. Your female has been located and will be collected for the Mating Chase in three days' time.  

Before the female is collected, you must report to the Pellomidae Council headquarters with a proof of identification and leadership. Once your placement is processed, your mate will be transported and prepared for the competition.

The Mating Chase will be in 6 days' time-- allowing the females to develop their mating marks; get accustomed to their new surroundings; and to get basic learning of our planet's peoples, and, in turn, their mate.

Again, we are pleased to announce that your fated female has been located, and we are excited to watch your futures unfold.

May the Gods bless you and your female with a happy, wholesome relationship, and many offspring.

Sincerely,
Head Pellomidae Council of the Terra Pairing Program (T.P.P)'

"She looked like spring; her appearance held onto the premise of innocence, warmth, and purity... but her eyes said otherwise."

 council over and after a few more days Tamil flew the school age girls back to the Academy. 
Simone and myself along with the Bear Elders went back with me to my new home. before heading off to their own.
Samuel and Lisa had reports and all kinds of paperwork for me to sign.
Our sleuth is set up like a corporation and I'm now CEO on paper.
I set up investments under the sleuth corporation except for my girls. my company runs the investments under the girls as board members. The sleuth is a different investment under our company.
my girls are now actually multi millionaires. Sheas sister is our company tax investments department head making sure everything is lawfully done.
Since I cannot even use a personal credit card I have a company card that is constantly audited by my company which is now set up in another company courtesy of Anu. Who lives on another continent in a small poor country that can use the extra money and food for its people. 
we send food for people amd technology for schools which the cheetah tribe makes sure is distributed properly. 
the cheetahs run this particular government.
Anu has made suggestions that I really need to meet his grand niece. 
Shea is Anu actually seeing something or just being prideful again.  
This time Uncle is actually seeing something. 
Ok I'll invite Makena over for dinner.
when I answered my door I was stunned by a beautiful chocolate goddess. 
Makena I presume.
Makena steps in and gives me a huge hug.
So glad to finally meet you Sentinel Alpha Thomas. 
Wow Makena almost the whole title. 
Camilla: I think Devine, Harem King, and Hot Water Bottle fit somewhere in there. 
They both laughed so hard I just let them.
My bear staff prepared a carnivores delight for supper.
we ate until stuffed and proceeded to watch movies and chill getting to know each other and learn each others histories, 
I kept quiet mainly while Camilla told of how she met the other girls.
and how I reacted when the shamans told them about my emotion abilities.
I think my appeal raised in her eyes when she not only found out I pretty much kicked everyone out so accidents wouldn't happen. and also about my being adamant about nothing until graduation and mandatory college.
online minimum. 
even Camilla is now enrolled in online courses during and after her pregnancy. 
Makena has a MBA double major business taxes and administration. 
Makena is actually 28 years old.
Makena actually accepted staying the weekend the second morning I was actually not surprised to find myself a cheetah hot water bottle. and I did dampening on my emotional projector
Camilla told me it was her pheromones when we were making love every night most likely drew her in.
wicked smart girls I love them all.
Camilla assured me it won't hurt our child. 
Our Sentinel daughter won't get hurt by a little rough and tumble, she'll only feel our love. 









Kid wakes up with no knowledge.
every written or magical record blanks out
first attemp at writing please concise comments 
HELP

he decision was made to proceed to the next suspect who perhaps has a co-relation to the bloodstain on the tissue. According to the sleuth himself, "Who could be responsible for sending the coffee but the butler? Both the father and the victim were given a cup of coffee.
Looking at the color of the tiny droplets left inside the father's cup, it is quite similar to the coffee inside the victim's. Luther Humboldt, call in the butler."
  Sir Melchior Stronghold or sometimes referred to as Stoneheart is an old man like the detective, Wulfric Maxwell. Since the day I had hired him, he had been responsible for sending me a cup of coffee every night. It helped me soothe my drowsiness as I type a draft of my latest chapter although when I had to attend my business trip, I had no choice but to serve myself.
The clock reaches the tenth of the second hour past midnight and at the ballroom, he, the detective, waited patiently until the butler arrived with the assistant.
Two more minutes had passed and Sir Melchior arrived for the interview. Cloaked with his butler attire, his eyes went round as his tan complexion blanched.
"Good evening, is it Melhore-"
"It is Melchior, Stronghold or Stoneheart, it is up to you." The butler interrupted the detective, clarifying his name.
"And your duty is to serve coffee to this household is it not?"
"Household with only a wife and husband living together? Indeed I do. When Felix was on his business trip, I was responsible for serving his spouse a cup of coffee every lunch and dinner time." said Melchior as he took out a piece of cloth and wiped the sweat on his upper forehead.
"I see, then you must be familiar with this bloodstain?" Wulfric revealed the tissue, and for a moment or two, Melchior became stagnant while Luther observed his change in behavior all of a sudden. It is as if the truth hit him hard.
"I- I am not familiar with that tissue." stuttered, the butler.
"Is it not your duty to serve coffee? Of course, a tissue always comes with it is it not?" Luther asked, having speculation towards the butler.
"Yes but, wh-when I served the coffee to sire's father, I never noticed a stain of blood. Perhaps the murderer had a wound and it-"
"Neither one of you has a wound. I circled the living room for more than three times and looked at every detail precisely. Like an owl, I observe in silence." the detective interrupted once more.
Sweat turned into a downpour in the face of my butler. His heart suddenly throbbed.
"Sir Melchior…" murmured, the analyst as he leaned his head forward. He then continued, "Is there by any chance you and Felix are angry at each other?"
"M-me?! Why would I be mad at sire?" Melchior leaned back, disagreeing completely with the words of the sleuth.
"There was a cup of coffee in his room-"
"I served it to him after dinner, like what I always do. I have the keys to the doors since I am trusted by sire." Melchior interrupted Wulfric again as his heart raced with his sanity, pounding louder than ever. He felt agitated.
He then took a deep breath and sighed as he admitted the truth, "Fine. I will admit. I was not angry but rather jealous of how rich sire is. That is all. Jealousy does not mean I have hatred towards him; he pays me a ton for doing my obligation properly. Why would I kill my money cow?"
"If you served the cup to him
after dinner then that means it is either you killed the victim after giving the coffee or the murder happened minutes after you left the room." hypothesized, the sleuth.
"I am telling the truth, detective. I may be jealous and greedy at times but I am never a liar. If I were you, I'd interview the doctor. She is an American, and you know how cruel their race is right?" Melchior added.
"You're assuming it was the doctor?" queried, Luther.
"Perhaps." replied, Melchior as he nodded his head.
"Unlike you, I am not a stereotype. I cannot merely accuse an American because of the race she belongs to. You may go; my assistant will escort you back to the living room." Wulfric said in a soft voice as he shook hands with Melchior.
The butler then left with the assistant as an escort and while doing so, the sleuth pondered on his looks.
He took out a scratch paper and a pen from his pocket, writing the name of the butler as a potential culprit. From now on he promised himself to keep a closer eye on the butler as he longed to search for more evidence.
Out of all the suspects, Melchior is by far the last person I met before the time of my murder since he was the one who served me a cup of coffee.
He also made an assumption on how the murder was done, "Preparing a cup of coffee in the kitchen, he took the knife. Upon serving it, he used the coffee as an excuse to enter and there he struck the author.
He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself thus explaining why a bottle of fragrance was on the tiles- no impossible, it does not make any sense. The clues are far apart, and if he did cleanse himself then why is there a bloodstain on the tissue?
If he served the coffee to the father before the victim then that does not co-relate to the bloodstain since there would be no blood if the murder did not take place yet. I pondered on his looks and I found no wound. Something is definitely missing. A missing piece must be found to connect the bridge to the answers I seek."
The investigation continued onward and the deeper it goes, the more illogical it became. Clues, Wulfric needs more of them but he fears some might serve as a detour to his path to success.

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