Raven carefully walked down the stairs.
"Is he dead?" Raven pressed herself as tightly as she could into the gap between the banister and the wall, slowly accepting the fact that she had just witnessed a murder.
Azarath, where Raven lived, was an orderly society. She understood the importance of rules even better than mages who had grown up around magic. Murder was also a grave crime there, punished with extreme severity. And because their society was more primitive in many ways, murder often had to be paid for with a life.
Schiller held the statue and looked at her.
Raven shuddered. She bit her lip, but in the end, she still could not bring herself to say something like, "I didn't see anything."
"Why did you kill him?"
Schiller sighed softly, glanced down at the statue in his hand, then shifted his gaze to the messenger bag on the sofa.
Raven carefully tiptoed around the corpse from behind and moved to the back of the sofa, reaching over to grab the messenger bag.
Rather than pulling on its strap, she grabbed the bottom of the bag. When she tugged it back, something fell out.
A huge cleaver.
"Gasp..."
Raven immediately looked up at Schiller. His eyes confirmed her suspicion. She looked again at the mailman lying on the floor and said, "Even if he wanted to kill you, he hadn't actually done anything yet. Maybe he was just worried about losing his job."
Raven heard Schiller sigh again. She looked at him in confusion, wondering what she had said wrong.
"If he was worried about losing his job and wanted to silence someone, he should have brought a loaded gun."
Raven had no response. Even though she had never lived in this society, she knew guns were the most