Chapter 10: Who is superior now ?

"What now? Is there anything left to be done?" said person 1.

Williamson didn't respond. He scanned his surroundings and gave a grin that could terrify even an adult.

"Should we escape the town or what?" said person 3.

There were only three of them, covered in sweat, dirt, and pity.

"I don't see even a fraction of hope for us," said person 1.

"Why do we need a fraction of hope when we have the whole sun on our side?" said Williamson.

"What do you mean?" said person 2.

"There is always a way. I just want to meet those two," said Williamson.

"Brother, if you think they can help us out, there is no way. We heard the news that they are working with those white raccoons who are lusting for our heads," said person 2.

"They are our fraction of hope. I honestly don't want to believe anyone anymore other than them. They will find us and serve justice, whether I'm dead or alive," said Williamson.

Only a bare amount of light was spreading all the way to the ground. It was dark around noon, and it was prominent that they were somewhere deep in the mountains with giant cedars and spruce trees that prevented maximum sunlight from reaching the ground. But the atmosphere was pleasant, with elks passing by the three fellows on the survey.

Williamson was a man of contradictions, who was both god and the devil in the same person. He was extremely unpredictable, standing 6 and a half feet tall with a chiseled face that looked both dazzling and creepy.

In Fischer's Estate, things were taking a toll. The tension between Mr. Neilson Fischer, the governor, and his wife Orla was escalating. Early morning on the 25th, as the sun was overjoyed from the archduke's death, the conservatory room of the Fischer's household became a battleground as they vocally agonized each other, spoiling the natural vibe.

"It was damn clear that Gilbert was going to get killed by someone, but not like this, with the killer or killers still strolling with liberation on the streets. Call that inspector right now or talk to the superintendent," shouted Orla at Fischer.

"Why are you sulking on me? We have nothing to do with this! For God's sake, how much longer do we need to suffer? Isn't this enough already?" replied Neilson with the same intensity.

"Are you okay living like this? Everything we accumulated over the years is turning to dust. How is it okay for you to live normally, Neil? I would rather die than live like this!" screamed Orla with all she had.

All the butlers, parlourmaids, and servants gathered near the source of the chaos, but none of them dared to interfere in the matter of the Fischers. They all stood like sculptures with cringing faces.

"Shut this crap! It's been more than a month I've been listening to this! It's all your fault, bitch! I'm not taking responsibility! It was a shame marrying you!" he exclaimed.

"I would want Gilbert's culprit to crucify you to death," Mrs. Orla said, giving a fake smile with moist eyes.

The corps reached the palace once again. While going up the stairs, Galba whispered to Holden, "You were damn too rough before. I can't see her reach the gate yet. Is she joining the party or retiring from the work?"

"Yeah, being taught some things, especially by lower-class fellas like us, must have been traumatic for her," said Holden, giving a snort.

"Fucker "That was intentional, wasn't it?" said Galba, while chuckling.

"So, you did know after all," said Holden.

"Yes, but I don't know what's going on in your head honestly. But I really need to learn the way of presenting a lecture with such vividness," complimented Galba.

And still, the scenes were pretty much the same, in that serene place with emptiness. The corps were forced to wait for the elder son of Gilbert, Damon Mayer.

There were a few servants sweeping the floor at the far end of the living hall, and they were allowed to sit in the guest room again.

"So, our discussion on the murder wasn't over yet. We concluded one thing: he wasn't stabbed first. He was beaten first, before any deathly blow landed on him," said Galba.

Just then, after Miss Aurelia, Luis, and Mei Ling entered the guest room, Inspector Berg uttered, "So we are continuing the murder scene until we have some time left, Miss Aurelia."

She sat down, her face always as composed as ever.

"So, I will continue," said Galba. "He was beaten first, before any deathly blow landed on him, but a question emerges from the ocean of probabilities. How did his skull get a crack? Mr. Berg, will you provide a little report?"

Inspector Berg replied, "The surgeons are sure that there was... what we say, a burst inside the veins of his brain."

"A hemorrhage," instantly said Miss Mei, saving some seconds.

"Yeah, as Miss Mei said, a hemorrhage, which is caused by a very hefty shock in the brain caused by a great amount of force."

"Considering the weapon, may it be a hammer, a really strong punch in the knuckle, a kick, or an iron rod, Miss Aurelia, give an intel on the type of wound. Was there a huge bleeding on the outside?"

"No, not heavy, but minor. It was a small but deep crack extending over an inch, just like a bullet," said Miss Mei.

"That eliminates the hammer, and let's eliminate a kick because considering the surface area of the foot, the area of the wound is comparatively small. If there was not much bleeding, then a metallic rod also gets eliminated. It leaves us with a powerful knuckle. Mr. Berg, have you asked the surgeons if the injury can be sustained by a physical force of a human?"

"Highly unlikely, but it can be done by a professional martial artist, they say," said Berg.

Galba just shifted back from his thoughts to the present moment. He glanced at everyone—Berg's corps, Miss Aurelia, Luis, Mei Ling—and exclaimed, "Hey, everyone. What's wrong? Why has everyone fallen silent like the archduke? Why aren't you all contributing? Have you lost interest? Seriously, not even a day has passed."

He looked at Holden, and he was watching him with questionable eyes. "What happened to you, big guy? What's your problem now?" asked Galba, returning the same look to Holden.

"Alright, I'll shut the fuck up. Will that make you feel better?" asked Galba annoyingly.

Holden continued to give the same look to Galba.

"I will gouge your eyes out of the sockets, bastard," hastily said Galba. He obviously felt hurt as not everyone was taking the case seriously and excitedly like he did.

At the same time, Miss Jenson appeared in the hall. "I'm so sorry, gentlemen, but Sir Damon can't join in right now. He had a breakdown along with Miss Shelly and Ignatius."

Galba burst with anger "Shut this crap! What the hell is happening around here? You told us the timing of the meeting, we came, and what? To sit in this fucking guestroom? We waited for an entire hour for Mrs. Kywera, Helena, and now this prince, who will most likely take his father's job the very next day. What about his murder? Are you doing this investigation just to pass the time until Williamson gets caught? Accuse some innocent natives, frame them as gang murderers, and move on. That's the one reason I joined hands with the White Racoons in the first place."

"Inspector Berg and Luis, I'll tell you one thing with absolute clarity, I'll continue to seek the truth, with or without you."

At that point, all the butlers and maids gathered, but they were accompanied by one more person, a young mademoiselle with straight glimmering hair, thin but beautiful coral pink lips, wearing a partial black dress exposing a little portion around the shoulders, crystal black eyes, with praiseworthy cuteness over her face. She took her place behind Miss Jenson and continued to watch who the hell was ranting.

"Let's work together and do all we can for the sake of truth. I'm much more fucked than you. Maygynks was at peace with barely a population of a thousand. We were at bliss living in this isolated land away from the great world.

We had so much brotherhood between us. Not even a single crime used to take place. And then God had different plans for us, so he sent those ugly bald dogs with pale skin to our small town, bringing an army of two thousand men on Maygynks to use our precious resources and think of themselves as some supreme shit. "

"By consuming our resources and exploiting the natives, you gained smooth white skin and layers of fat in your butts but didn't gain a single ounce of wisdom in your gross brains. Our ancestors were born in this land, the cedars, maples, spruce, the mountains, the forest, the two big lakes, this is all our's !! We weren't born with the hatred, pride, greed, and jealousy which you got, We weren't born with pale skin and bald genes all these ugly traits are your's not our's!! we Native men possess greater strength in their arms, Our bodies are heavier and look great, our skin glows like leaves of maple Our ancestors had great leaders with wisdom even though less men in number we still fucked you foreignely hard and brother Williamson is still doing it, isn't he? Who is superior Now? tell me...

*Hang on! man, if brother Williamson listened to his speech, He would've married Galba right on the spot.* Muttered holden to himself.

Holden said in a loud voice, "Hey, shut it down."

"Control yourself! We are standing in Sir Gilbert's place," added Berg.

Who's this guy? He looks native. Is he a cop in disguise? When did natives start to get white-collared? Anyways, he looks influential and ferocious, but his hair is just like mine—lustrous black. And his style is very unique; those messy hairs make him stand apart. His body and height are commendable... Why am I noticing him in such detail? Gosh, thought the young mademoiselle.

"What is happening, Miss Jenson?" whispered the young mademoiselle in a low voice to Miss Jenson.

"My dear child, the corps is getting very annoyed by our inconveniences for the questioning process. As you can see, none of the children are available to answer their questioning," added Miss Jenson.

"Miss Jenson, sooner or later, my chance will also emerge. Is it possible for me to go for the questioning now to end this ruckus?"

"Excuse me, Miss Eveline Mayers, is that right?" asked Aurelia gently while standing immediately after noticing her whispering with Miss Jenson.

Oh... so this is Eveline Mayer, Galba muttered to himself. She's so fine... By the way... I'm totally impressed by her aesthetics. There will be a special place for me in hell for having such thoughts... Please forgive me, God, if you really exist.