The Apostle of Justice.

Heavy footsteps from the upper floor startled the Inn's dining customers.

A tall, gaunt man covered in small wounds appeared from the top of the stairs and hurriedly ran out, leaving a bloody trail in his wake.

The Customers murmured as their eyes followed the man.

'what happened upstairs?' they whispered amongst themselves.

'My friend said he heard someone whistling creepily.'

'Really? Me too! When I asked who was there, it answered 'no one'!'

'Aha! So that's why you came down here! You were spooked out of yer wits!'

'No! I was just really hungry!'

'Haha! Look at 'im bein' all defensive!'

'But what do ya think that was?'

'I dunno but it was probably a mischievous child playin' tricks on people.'

The customers continued to speculate but none of them could come up with a plausible answer.

Only Deon knew the truth… and he was NOT happy about it.

'He said he won't do anything bad! How could he hurt innocent people?!'

Then innkeeper approached Deon.

"Sir Knight, due to some unexpected circumstances a room is now available. Would you like to take it?" the woman asked. She was visibly flustered but she kept her business smile on as she offered Deon the newly vacated room.

"Is that so? Then I will gladly take it." Deon answered.

As the Innkeeper guided him to his room, they intersected with her husband who carried out a dustpan full of broken bottles and a rolled-up bedsheet sprinkled with blood.

'Uwaah… he really didn't pull any stops huh?' Deon's irritation peaked as he gazed at the bloody sheets.

"This is the room, Sir Knight. Please rest comfortably." The woman bowed and turned away, leaving Deon in a candlelit room.

Bam!

Deon slammed the door shut.

"Sir Mikael! you said you won't hurt people! How could you attack an innocent person just for a room?!" Deon went ballistic as he confronted Mikael.

Mikael, on the other hand, followed the wobbling criminal with his eyes. He gazed down the second-floor window with his arms crossed.

"I said I won't do anything bad. I never said I wouldn't hurt people so technically, I kept my promise." Mikael replied, still not looking at Deon.

"Oh, Don't be smart with me, sir! How are they any different?" Deon waved his arms in frustration.

Instead of answering, Mikael asked the system, "Since we share the system can we share screens?"

"Yes," Mikael answered. He was also in a bad mood and he had no energy left to argue with his partner. He figured that showing was better than telling.

Suddenly, a series of notifications appeared in front of Deon.