Investigating Myself?

Luther's previous condition was similar to that of a seriously ill elderly person—both required hard work and saw no hope.

Caring for a seriously ill elderly person until their death is a difficult task, especially if the elderly person continues to live a precarious life. It is a huge torment for both the caregiver and the caregiver. Even the deepest feelings can be gradually worn down by the repetitive exhaustion.

In his previous life, Luther had seen this at a funeral in the countryside: the person who truly cared for a seriously ill elderly person until their death couldn't cry at the funeral. While others were making elaborate displays of grief, his face instead carried a sense of relief and bewilderment.

At that time, Luther, who was half-mad, also had no chance of recovery and would only make his sister work constantly, so he could understand Cecilia's mindset to some extent.

Therefore, after hearing her confession, Luther was not angry at all; on the contrary, he felt even more pity for his sister.

"Cecilia... Alright, Cecilia, look at me and answer a few questions."

Luther reached out and grabbed his sister's arms, shaking her to make her lift her head. "You've had thoughts of killing me and then killing yourself, but did you actually do it?"

"No."

Cecilia, who was crying, was forcibly shaken up by him. After a moment of stunned silence, she said...

"Even for one day, have you ever neglected to take care of me?"

Luther pressed for more information.

"No, but I..."

"What else is there to say!"

Luther interrupted his sister, saying, "It was just because you were so desperate back then that you had some extreme thoughts. It's nothing serious. Compared to what you've done to take care of me, it's nothing!"

He practically dropped the bombshell, interrupting his sister, "Besides, you had such a tough time back then..."

Even Goddess would forgive you after hearing your story. As for me, I wouldn't care at all...:"

With Luther's haphazard attempts at comforting her, Cecilia finally managed to calm down, albeit somewhat.

But after calming down, she repeated her previous demand: to become an extraordinary being.

"Brother, I ran away once, wanting to give up on your life, but not this time," Cecilia said firmly. "I will become an Extraordinary One and help you."

Luther smiled wryly, because he really couldn't find a reason to refuse.

"Alright then... I'll go to the underground market to buy the necessary materials and make that Characteristic into Potion for you."

He had no choice but to agree.

It was already quite late. Soothing Cecilia, the clock was almost at 3. After eating, a strong sense of drowsiness washed over him, so he quickly washed up and prepared to rest.

Ms. M was waiting for him in front of the restroom.

"A very touching sibling bond."

She said with a smile.

"It's none of your business."

Luther muttered something under his breath and went straight back to his room.

Because he went to bed so late, Luther was so sleepy the next morning that he didn't want to get up at all. It took a lot of effort and determination for him to finally get out of bed.

After washing up and having breakfast, he said goodbye to his sister and prepared to leave.

"Brother, don't forget to buy the necessary materials."

My younger sister specifically instructed me to do so.

"I've got it."

Luther sighed inwardly and replied.

After leaving the house and boarding the public carriage, I found there were no empty seats and I had to stand.

He leaned against the wall of the carriage, gazing absently outside.

It was because he was too weak to protect his sister, and instead she was put in danger and entered that world. Luther's handsome, flawless face was expressionless, and his eyes were slightly dim.

A female passenger sat next to him, wearing a light green knitted ruffled dress, looking like a company clerk. She glanced at Luther quickly and Concealment, and after seeing his calm face, she suddenly felt sad for some reason, as if her heart was being tightly gripped.

"Sir... are you alright?"

She couldn't help but whisper.

In this conservative era, it's rare for a woman to initiate conversation with a strange man. "If you're not feeling well, you can sit here..."

Luther raised his head and looked at the other person with his azure eyes.

"Thank you, I'm fine."

He smiled politely and said.

The female clerk's face quickly flushed red. Looking at that slightly sad, handsome face, she felt a bittersweet mix of emotions.

The carriage arrived at Zouteland Street, where Luther disembarked at the street corner and walked into the company.

Good morning, Luther. Your eyes have very dark circles.

Rozanne greeted them at the front desk.

"Because I was on duty at the Chanis Gate the day before yesterday, and I went to bed very late last night," Luther said with a yawn. "I'm going to the Lounge to catch up on some sleep. Don't let them bother me unless it's absolutely necessary."

The best thing about this job is that it's really relaxing when there aren't any incidents, and nobody cares if you sleep during work hours.

So he slept soundly in the Lounge all morning, only coming out at noon to eat a "working meal" brought by the waiter at Old Verne's Restaurant. After eating and drinking some black tea, he started to feel sleepy again.

"Luther."

Just then, a figure in a black trench coat came out from behind the partition and called out to him. This person had deep eyes and a receding hairline; he was Dunn Smith, the captain of the Tingen City Nighthawks Squad.

"Team leader."

Luther quickly put down his teacup. "Is something the matter?"

"A woman's body was found downstream of the Tussock River. Her death was gruesome, and it appeared her organs had been harvested. An investigation of her clothing led police to identify her as Madam Sharon in Tingen City's high society." Dunn's expression was grave. "The police handed the case over to us, and my initial assessment is that extraordinary forces are involved."

Um?

Madam Sharon?

Didn't I tell you to throw it into the river? How come it was discovered so quickly...?

Luther was taken aback, but he quickly feigned confusion, "Madam Sharon? I think I've heard that name before."

"I know, she was a famous socialite in Tingen's high society!" Rozanne exclaimed excitedly. "Many nobles and wealthy merchants were her suitors... She's dead! I wonder which unrequited lover turned to hatred and murdered her..."

"Rozanne, don't talk nonsense."

Dunn said helplessly.

"Ah! I'm so sorry, Captain!"

After being glared at by Dunn, Rozanne immediately became obedient and turned to slip away.

Dunn ushered Rozanne back to the front desk, then turned to Luther and said, "Klein and Frye have already gone ahead."

Let's leave early too. I hope your abilities will come in handy... You have no idea how many important figures are urging the police to solve this case..."

"Yes, Captain."

Luther hurried to the Lounge to change into his police uniform, wondering to himself as he went, "Does this count as me investigating myself?"

The counter-occupation Ritual has already been performed; Klein shouldn't find anything.:. I'll just say a few things...

You can simply redirect the line index elsewhere.

Yes, I knew I sensed an aura of Degeneration emanating from the body, and that the Aurora Order was responsible for Madam Sharon's death.

Then reveal Madam Sharon's identity Demoness. In this way, the truth and the lie will be combined, and they certainly won't be able to find out.

Luther quickly came up with an idea.

If the case is handled quickly enough, he should still have time to go to the market to buy materials for his sister.