Chapter 48

Demetrius nodded, now fully astonished by this information. He then chuckled quietly to himself before speaking in a mockingly tired voice.

"Well, I'm off to bed now."

He remarked, closing the door of Aaron's lab before making his way down the hallway, his steps quiet and slow, ensuring not to wake anyone up.

Demetrius opened the large door at the end of the hallway, which led to a large library, with bookshelves that seemed to stack to infinite heights, their tops obscured by the lack of gas light.

"Isaiah Walls, that bastard."

He mumbled, taking a few steps into the library before closing the door behind him and sighing softly. In the far corner of the library was where all the records and newspapers were kept for reference, and Demetrius knew that's where he had to look, as his brow furrowed upon remembering to go there.

He grabbed a gas lamp which was hanging off the wall in front of him, its dim, yellow glow was sealed off by the glass coverings over the ignited flame.

Making sure he wasn't going to be in trouble, he looked back a few times to ensure he wasn't going to be followed, but it was only him the library at this hour.

He approached the wooden shelves in the corner, which were littered in cobwebs, a testament to its lack of use. Letting out a large puff, he blew on the shelf, making the webs and dust disappear as if they never existed to begin with.

"Isaiah Walls...Isaiah Walls..."

He repeated under his breath as he shuffled through the various records and reports across the kingdom, but his eyes widened and a small smile formed on his face after spotting the mugshot of the older man in the corner of a paper.

"So, you're a criminal and a thief, no wonder the Nightshades sent me to look for you."

He laughed quietly, before grabbing a stack of newspapers from the corner, and approaching a large, round table in another section of the library, where one could read on a rainy afternoon.

"He was arrested last year for stealing a sealed relic, which could allow him to transform."

"He originally worked at Countince's Carpentry and Craftsmanship, and worked with another patron, Oboro Shirakumo."

"Wait..."

Demetris's jaw dropped as he read those words, Isiah worked with Oboro, the person who was shot?! His mind began racing with questions, and the bulging urge to wake everyone up and tell them the news, but he decided not to, as their rest was something he prioritized over a shooting case.

He works with the dark market now, the secret chain of underground organizations and groups that trade and give unsolicited items and illegal activity, some rumors of even the slave trade.

"Why would he work there, maybe to learn how to shoot a gun. If he entered a regular shooting club he'd be arrested on the spot."

His mind then wandered to the conversation that Isaac and Aaron had earlier today about learning how to shoot, and because Isaac was fleeting in his mind, it brought him back to Oboro since Isaac was in this ordeal to begin with because of Oboro.

"I might need Isaac and someone else to consult Oboro regarding Isaiah, if they worked together Oboro would spill some crucial information."

He nodded in adknowledge and pride to himself for making such a basic yet methodical idea. 

"And those bullets he used that could nullify others abilities, maybe he got those from the dark market as well?"

Nullifying bullets were artifacts that came across very rarely above ground, used by high ranking officers when dealing with dangerous criminals. But because Isaiah was no officer this brought The Silencers to investigate to begin with.

"Perhaps I'll get Officer Palau to dig for some reports regarding those bullets."

He thought to himself, his eyes continuing to trace the newspaper before they landed on another section in the lower left hand corner regarding a robbery a few days after Isaiah was caught and arrested for theft.

The store was the Security Company on Crackler Road near Aaron's house. Reports said that the figure wore a black cloak over their body, and escaped holding numerous papers and documents.

"Wait, couldn't that be Isaiah? But what would he need security documents for, perhaps they had another secret purpose?"

He rubbed his temple as his mind raced with more questions than answers, but in his inner turmoil he heard the door open, letting a thin ray of light shine into the library.

Shinso stepped into the library, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he scanned the room, before laying them on Demetrius. 

"Hey kid, shouldn't you be sleeping?"

Shinso rolled his eyes and sighed in an annoyed way.

"I don't sleep much, I'm an insomniac."

He replied as he approached the table and sat down across from Demetrius before taking a few papers from him and reading the tiny paragraphs next to Isaiah's picture.

"I assume you're digging for information?"

He asked, lowering the paper while looking him in the eyes. Demetrius nodded slowly while pushing aside the other piled up documents and reports.

"I am, and I found out something I think would be quite critical."

Shinso's tired eyes slightly widened as another emotion surfaced in them, curiosity.

"What?"

"The man who shot Oboro worked at the same company he does right now, Countince's Carpentry and Craftsmanship."

Shinso nodded after learning this information, leaning back in his chair, causing it to tip back slightly, making the wooden floors creak underneath his weight.

"So, I'm thinking someone should ask Oboro about Isaiah, maybe he worked alongside him?"

Shinso shook his head in defiance, as another idea entered his mind. 

"Oboro needs his rest, he has a business partner. His name is Paul, and I think he might know something."

Demetrius nodded after Shinso stated his idea, before pulling out a map from his pocket which had the city mapped out.

"Luckily the Nightshades gave me a map before sending me off the deal with Isaiah."

His eyes scanned the map before they froze on a particular spot, laying his pointer finger on a spot of land, which read Countince's Carpentry and Craftsmanship.

"That's where we'll need to go."

Shinso leaned in, crossing his arms and nodding.

"Sounds about right, when do you think we'll leave?"

He asked, looking back up at Demetrius.

"Well, first we need to devise a plan, in the morning I'll call everyone to the meeting table and address the information I learned."

Shinso nodded again, impressed by his rational and decisive thinking.

"Heh, I thought since you died already your brain would be turned to mush, but luckily you're good at making plans...Mr. Zombie."

Shinso smirked smugly as he called Demetrius that nickname, which made him blush a little, scratching the back of his neck.

"Maybe I am a zombie, but this zombie has a plan."

Before Demetrius could finish his comedic remark, another idea popped in his head. It regarded that Aaron taught him about sorcery and ritualistic magic.

"Hey, would you mind looking around and giving me a few books about sorcery?"