Const Orphanage 28

Altair made his way to the end of the staircase, before him stood the door to Dean's office. The door was ajar, emitting a strong stench of what seemed to be roughly Class C Human-beasts.

He pushed the door open and entered.

The interior of Dean's office was dim, lit only by a faint bedside lamp. Altair noticed two huge Georgewill monsters crammed into the wardrobe, their massive bodies resembling sumo wrestlers. Suddenly, a familiar voice coldly commanded, "Get out!"

Altair slowly approached the wardrobe and asked, "What are you doing?"

Peering between the two monsters, he saw Elvira seated on the ground, a knife pressed against his own carotid artery. Elvira was wearing a silver half-face mask, his eyes seemingly ablaze with fire.

Altair's gaze lingered on Elvira's face for a moment before shifting away. He then turned back to the two Georgewills and asked, "Doppelgängers?"

"My esteemed guest, it appears you've lost your way," one of the Georgewill monsters said with a sycophantic smile, bowing to Altair.

"We can guide you out of here, to the hall for the investors' dinner," the other monster offered, looking at Altair in a pleasing manner.

Altair slightly lifted his head, his gaze falling back on Elvira, his tone resolute: "And him?"

The two Georgewills spoke in unison: "He is a despicable thief, who stole our Orphanage's most precious asset. We were merely educating him!"

Altair strolled leisurely around the room, his eyes briefly pausing on the documents on the table. With an indifferent tone, he said, "Continue."

"He slandered our Dean and attempted to drive a wedge between us and the Dean. His crimes are unforgivable!" one Georgewill added angrily.

"He even dares to think he could replace us, utterly delusional!" the other Georgewill shook its head in anger.

Altair opened a drawer and started to search meticulously for important items, ignoring the Georgewills' remarks. With a cold tone, he stated, "He's my assistant."

After searching the entire room, Altair finally approached the wardrobe, looking down at Elvira, and added, "As I've said before."

...

Elvira hadn't expected to encounter Altair here, filled with shock and confusion. Why was this powerful boss not mingling at the investors' dinner but instead came to this secluded place?

Could it be him? Was he also the one who intruded into the expanded section of the laboratory last night?

Elvira's thoughts were in turmoil.

Listening to Altair rummaging around Dean's office while casually handling Georgewill's interrogations.

Eventually, Altair's figure appeared in front of Elvira, looking down at him with an indifferent gaze, "Can you stand up?"

Elvira clenched his teeth and nodded vigorously, leaning on the glass display case to slowly stand upright. The numbness and weakness in his legs made his face turn slightly pale, but he endured the discomfort, stomping his feet trying to regain some strength.

Altair made a covert gesture to him: come here.

Elvira glanced through the narrow gap, then looked up at the broader space above, quickly making a decision in his mind.

He returned a gesture to Altair, signaling: understood.

"My esteemed guest, you are a distinguished visitor personally invited by Dean, we will provide you with the highest quality service. But this person—he does not have Dean's invitation—"

Before the words were finished, two flying knives shot towards the Georgewills' eyes, the blade light was like swiftly falling meteors, stunning and splendid, astonishing anyone who saw it.

As the Georgewills dodged the flying knives, Elvira pushed off the glass display case, his body springing up. His movement was swift and graceful, his figure light as a swallow.

In mid-air, he stretched out his arms, tensed his legs, and executed a perfect forward roll. Using the momentum of the spin, he soared over the heads of the Georgewills, tracing an arc.

Elvira landed precisely and steadily in front of Altair, kneeling on one knee with his hand protecting his head, landing so quietly that only the faint buzzing of the flying knives vibrating in the wooden frame could be heard.

Altair, calm and composed, took a step forward, positioning himself in front of Elvira to face the Georgewills, his tone icy, "He is also an investor."

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura burst forth violently, his blue vertical pupils emitting a chilling ferocity. This display of dominance from a top predator made the Georgewills involuntarily step back.

Elvira, standing behind Altair and only showing half of his side face, surveyed the layout of the Dean's room. His flying knives were ready, poised to launch a fatal strike at any moment.

"He is our enemy. Dean Austin has ordered his death." The Georgewills advanced again, their fear of Altair, the powerful consortium leader, poorly concealed. However, their eyes were filled with tangible murderous intent, when they were focused on Elvira.

He must be killed!

Altair's gaze swept across the scene like a cold breeze over snow-capped mountains, silently gesturing a strategy to Elvira, who understood immediately.

"Then come kill me, you worthless failures," Elvira's voice brimmed with provocation. He burst forth from behind Altair, using the wall to propel himself into the air, then landed firmly on the ground, creating a significant gap between himself and the Georgewills in that brief moment.

"Bad guy! Bad guy! You're asking for it!!" The two Georgewills were livid, jumping up and down, their arms stretching towards Elvira as if to tear him apart.

Altair quickly retreated to a more spacious part of the room, bracing his elbow against a cabinet door, leaving only a narrow exit. He swiftly pulled a white lab coat from the wardrobe and twirled it, winding its sleeves around a rod on the cabinet door, creating a temporary restraint.

Their arms were tied by the lab coat, while their remaining arms flailed around the room like tentacles, trying to catch Elvira. Elvira agilely leaped up, dodging their assaults. His eyes were locked on the Georgewills inside the cabinet, ready to respond to their next move.

The two Georgewills exchanged a glance, silently planning their next move. Then, they retracted their other two hands. The Georgewill on the left suddenly swung a left hook, which Altair met with one hand, blocking it firmly and preventing any further attack.

The Georgewill on the right had anticipated Altair's action, launching a sweeping kick towards Altair's supporting leg. Altair's leg strength was formidable, and his body remained unshaken.

In that instant, the bodies of the two Georgewills fused into one, three hands breaking free from the constraint of their clothing, attacking Altair from left, center, and right directions. A right fist aimed heavily at Altair's cheeks and chest, with a knee striking hard at his abdomen.

Altair caught the fist aimed at his chest and dodged the other two with a tilt of his head. Seizing the opportunity, Elvira aimed for Georgewill's two eyes, shooting two flying knives from behind.

The speed was so fast that only two afterimages were left in mid-air.

Georgewill's two hands were firmly held by Altair, and the other two, unable to retract quickly after their attack, now found themselves unable to move freely within the cramped wardrobe. It could only try to dodge the deadly flying knives by tilting its head.

But, it was too late!

With a dull thud, the flying knives accurately plunged into one of its eyes.

Dark red blood slowly trailed down the wound, its ghastly pale face, a sight chilling to the bone. Georgewill let out a piercing scream, sounding like countless bats frantically escaping from the depths of a dark abyss, sharp and grating, causing a splitting headache.

The severely injured Georgewill immediately went into a frenzy, slamming against the wardrobe door with all its might. The wooden door, like paper mache under its assault, instantly shattered into pieces.

Altair released his hold and cautiously stepped back a few paces, positioning himself in front of Elvira once again.

Georgewill, clutching its bleeding eye, staggered out from the ruins of the wardrobe. Its voice was shrill and manic, as if it were enduring unspeakable agony.

"Evildoers! You are all evildoers!"