What Are You?

He is Richard Ambergard, 23 years old and is the chairman of the imperial police force, he takes care of many security issues in the middle of the city and has other important jobs in dealing with order. He's a resolute man and also warmer than Kalden

He looked at Kalden who was in front of her, the deep black hair and violet color, and the cold face, she stared at Richard's direction expressionlessly. 

"You know that this matter is my business, Count Oriesdett." 

Richard spoke with obvious arrogance on his face, he didn't want to make the figure in front of him master what had become his realm. 

"Marquis, I hope you use your brain well. If this case can indeed be handled by you, maybe I don't need to interfere." 

Kalden's remarks were sharp, and he didn't want to hide his dislike for Richard who didn't like him. This matter has also held Richard's incompetence. Kalden knew that the matter of this case had been going on for a Week that Richard should have gotten the culprit, but Richard wandered around like a fool and instead attacked Shye to humiliate him. 

"Your remarks just now can make a dog bite you." 

Kalden emphasized his sentence, too clear in his ears about Richard's accusations. 

Richard himself did not expect that Kalden suddenly appeared behind him. It is true that this incident happened in front of oriesdett's mansion in the capital, but Shye's presence alone is enough as a symbol of Oriesdett. 

"Don't get me wrong, because of this incident many people suspect you." Richard boldly looked at Kalden, his hand grip on the tip of the black wand with horse carvings gave him strength. 

As if a dark horse could defeat the winged cerberus. 

"Suck." 

 Kalden coldly passed by Richard and didn't care about what Richard said. Instead he looked at the corpse that was in front of him. 

His eyes scanned very quickly and he didn't say anything. 

"Since this is my fiefdom and my case, I hope you don't interfere, Count." 

Kalden moved his head slightly, then looked at Richard coldly, a black aura felt that he was around Kalden which made Richard squint his eyes to convince himself that he hadn't seen it wrong. When Kalden turned around and his body was confronted by Richard, a subtle shrill sounded that was like a bell resuscitating Richard. 

"My remarks just now you didn't listen well. My position is higher than yours, do your duty, but you have no right to tell me not to do my duty, Marquis." 

Richard, who heard that, was very upset. Kalden did not have any politeness in that regard, he did everything casually and acted as if he was invincible. The post he had seemed to have taken him to the top of the top and those below him were nothing.

Kalden walked towards the direction of his mansion, and Shye, who was in the midst of tension between the two lords, immediately walked to follow Kalden. 

A very rude and disrespectful remark, that is the master. He didn't want to be respected, and he just did it casually with a lot of terrible things. 

When they passed the fence of Oriesdett's mansion, the two knights directly closed the fence back. They passed the beautiful and neat road of Oriesdett's house in this capital, big trees were all around. There are no flowers, only a big tree like a bush that explains the identity of the owner. Cold and mysterious, that's what it is. 

"Take care of the invitation of the mask opera for later tonight, use a pseudonym." 

Kalden gave the order.

The order that came suddenly from that mouth had been commonly heard by Shye. 

Regarding the orchestra, there is a large orchestra that exists in the center of this capital, people say as a gathering place for nobles who are so tired of their duties, as a place of fun or as a sometimes pleasant exchange of information. 

One thing is the same between them, those nobles have always had their hidden desires. 

Kalden raised his hand when he arrived at his simple library in this mansion, Shye stopped, he couldn't follow his master and turned to run errands from his master so that everything went well and she wouldn't have to get any sadistic punishment from his master. 

Kalden, meanwhile, entered the library with minimal light. The footsteps were inaudible, and everything there was seen in great detail. The dust floating in front of him and the sunlight that broke in from the small gap made Kalden not stop to go to his destination.

Close to the little book among the other ledgers, Kalden stopped his feet. He pulled the book and then the door leading to the basement opened. 

Kalden descended the basement, one by one the stairs he passed with quiet, silent steps. A dark and cold place, similar to what people describe.

Until he finally arrived at the bottom, and walked farther and farther.

There was a large black sofa on the edge of the room, and Kalden sat there picking up a black journal whose cover was made of expensive leather.

Kalden opened the journal, and read the writing that opened there. 

[Imperial Calendar 1211, the seventh month.

I sacrificed myself for this kid, and I don't know Until when he survived, he was very unique and powerful. But since he was sick, I had to make him shut up like that. 

If I die later, maybe he will be discovered by someone, I hope he is not a bad person.]

"Forty years ago." 

Kalden muttered to himself while touching the writing in the journal. Then Kalden closed the journal which made a little dust fly.

He is indeed rarely here, and no one is here except himself, he keeps something else that he keeps secret. 

As his head moved looking to his left side, he could see one large tube in which there was a man of the man's dark type who had a tail behind him. 

He still has a life, and that liquid and the device that holds him are still functioning properly. 

"What are you?"