The Burning Past (II)

Using psychic magic, they learned that there was another perpetrator who had escaped outside, and that person, most likely, was where the demon spirit's grudge lay.

Only by finding that person out would they have a chance to completely destroy this demonic creature, otherwise the demonic spirit would never wear off, and it wouldn't be long before it would be resurrected again to wreak havoc.

But it's been six years, hell knows where that person is now, and they don't even know who the other person is yet.

Eleazar looked at the witch beside him.

"Can your prophecy magic just find that person out?"

Evelea blinked her big pretty eyes, "It's a known fact that powerful spells come with a price, and the price you'd have to pay for trying to get a direct result with the power of fate would be staggering, are you sure you really want to see it?"

Looking into those eyes full of innocence, Eleazar inclined his head after detecting a hint of anticipation hidden within.

"Forget it then."

Hell knows what this witch wants to take from him for a price.

So backed off and asked again:

"Still psychic?"

"No more mediums~"

"What about divination?"

Evelea deflated, "Why just count on me, where are your senses?"

It's been six years, they don't know anything about the aftermath of the fire, the building was repaired once, the crime scene is gone, and there's a shitload of clues...

The two men looked at each other speechless for a moment.

Eleazar rubbed his head with a headache.

"Forget it, go back first."

It wasn't without gain, at the very least they knew where the Demon Spirit's grudge lay, now they just needed to find that person out.

First, wake up the guys from the Mystery Club, side-step the list of people who died in the mystery, and then slowly inquire about their exploits.

Where there is activity, there are footprints, and it is unlikely that a large living person would just disappear into thin air.

Making plans, Eleazar looked at the pale-faced witch beside him.

Speaking of which, if this guy really was purified by the Church last night, wouldn't she be carrying a wound right now?

"Hard work."

Evelea was stunned for a moment, then smiled brightly and wrapped her arms around her again.

"You could have complimented me a little more~"

"Let go!"

Back on the second floor, he woke up the maid who was lying on the floor.

Mia sits up dazedly, she covers the back of her neck for a moment before her eyes suddenly flutter open and she stands up lightning fast, looking around warily.

There were people lying around.

"What happened?"

Thinking back to what happened before she lost consciousness, she rushed to wake everyone up all at once.

"My head hurts!"

Waking up, Lillian covers her head and screams.

Eleazar and Evelea also stood up as if they had just awakened, patting the dust from their bodies.

Norton, who has a swollen bag on the back of his head, sucks in cold air.

Missy Seebel mused for a moment before suddenly blurting out, "Why don't we go back and look again?"

Is this the intuition of a transcendental descendant?

Eleazar and Evelea exchange a furtive glance.

Mia vetoed it in a heartbeat, "No way!"

Norton is also against this risky move.

Lillian only vaguely remembers that something terrible happened to them, but can't recall the details at all, and her head hurts when she thinks back.

Eleazar thought about the wording and said, "I was also suggesting getting out of here first."

"Okay then."

Almost entirely opposed, Seebel no longer insisted.

They then quickly returned the way they came, and Eleazar, who was the last to go down, climbed up to the third floor balcony amidst everyone's concern, untied the rope, and leapt down with the arrow.

Traces of the infiltration were eliminated, and the abandoned dormitory building with two more small holes in the balcony, faded away...

It was a relief to be back outside on a campus where people were coming and going.

No longer in the mood for further activity, the maid retreated first with the unwell Missy, and Norton planned to go to the bar for a couple of drinks to ease his panic.

With a splitting headache, Lillian plans to visit the infirmary.

Eleazar and Evelea looked at each other and caught up with her, asking for the names of the five dead men before leaving separately as well.

In the infirmary, Robert muttered darkly as he finished diagnosing the girl with the headache.

"What are you up to again..."

He currently knew of one person who could perform such tactics so recklessly on campus.

...

...

The next day, a well recovered Eleazar stood up and looked out the window at the slowly rising morning sun.

"It's time to get back to work."

The investigation into the past of the five dead men has encountered some difficulties.

It was a tragedy that was suppressed, no one in the student body knew about it, and the teachers must have all kept quiet about it.

Eleazar told the witch about the idea he came up with last night.

"Why don't we go through the graduation photos and just find out the guy whose name we don't know?"

The picture in the crystal ball from yesterday's seance wasn't really steady, it was shaking most of the time, but there were a few brief moments of clarity.

It's purely a test of their imagination and memory.

Evelea cocked her head, "I'll do anything~"

A trip to the library followed to borrow the graduation albums from each department, and they sat together, flipping through the photos one by one.

Eleazar, who initiated the proposal, soon began to regret it.

It had only been an afternoon, and already he was dazzled and dizzy, and when he lifted his head to look around, there was still a dense mass of little human avatars remaining in his optic membrane.

Seeing as it was about to close, and they were only halfway through seeing it, only two people could be found.

"You... Can you divine?"

"Yes you can~" the witch replied very briskly.

"You didn't say so!"

"You didn't ask either~"

Eleazar gave her a hateful look at once.

"Hurry up and do something!"

"Here?"

Evelea looked around.

Eleazar soon also realizes that it's bad form to get mystical rituals in public, and picks up the stack of albums and prepares to find an unoccupied corner.

The large library is scattered with students in various, exclusive private areas.

After half a day of turning around, it was hard to find a remote place while there were two people quietly intimate.

How dare you do such a nasty thing in such a sacred place!

Eleazar sank down and coughed heavily.

Eyes were suddenly cast around the room, and the two men cuddled together in the corner were startled.

The girl, full of embarrassment, straightened her clothes and quickly got up and left with her head down, despite the boy's retention.

The boy gave him a vicious glare and rushed after his female companion.

"Well, this place is ours."

Eleazar turned his head and found Evelea's gaze full of anticipation.

"Don't even think about it, I wouldn't do such a thing!"

"Eh? Yeah~"

Taking a seat in his seat, Eleazar spread the album out in a single file.

"Get to work!"

"It's said that if you're in a happy mood, you can increase your success rate~"

"Oh?"

Evelea stood on tiptoe with her feet together, her eyes slightly closed, and lifted her beautiful, heavenly face up.