"Sigh..."
Dropping the documents in his hands, Leonard Mitchell propped his feet unceremoniously on the coffee table, leaned back into the sofa, and closed his eyes helplessly.
Ever since losing that Witch four days ago, he had failed to find any further trace of her. Even the Grade 2 Sealed Artifact he had requisitioned for divination had proven completely useless, demonstrating the sophistication of her anti-divination measures.
Do I really have to borrow that Magic Mirror from the Church of Steam, the one that leaves you too ashamed to ever hold your head up again...? Muttering to himself, he recalled the crimson face of Ace Snake, the Spellsinger of God, when the mirror's questions had left him speechless in front of the Three Great Churches, and decisively abandoned the idea.
"Old Man, what do you think of this?"
He asked the question in a low voice.
"I already told you. The woman who rescued her that day was also a Demoness. Her sequence wasn't particularly high, but there was something dangerous about her. I suggest you hand the case over to someone else and stop digging."
The aged voice in his mind answered.
"Even you think she's dangerous..."
Leonard sighed again and decided to heed the Old Man's advice this time.
Besides, some people within the Church felt that the Serial Killer's victims were all "guilty." Even if the Nighthawks had caught those people, they would have sent them to the Police Station for processing. Much of this relentless pursuit stemmed from Leonard's own insistence.
"Maybe I really should just let it go?"
Pondering this, he looked reluctantly at the documents on the table, got up, and paced around the living room a few times. When he saw that the wall clock read three in the afternoon, he returned to