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Zoravec's acting skills were so natural that the guard mistook his confusion for innocence. He narrated to him the brief scenario of what was happening inside the school. They both stood in the front playground of the school, in the direction of Zoravec's nose there was the building of the school.
On his right side was the medical facility and on his left side resided the huge as fuck playground. There were numerous markings with white powder on the ground to indicate different sports areas. Zoravec leaned in to hear the guard saying him stuff, after all nobody was allowed to talk to the people of lower rank.
Even though the vampires did not promote the class system or the ridiculing of any kind of profession. The humans infested that status and rank quo between themselves. It was the result of extreme hatred and helplessness towards the dhampirs who were seen as traitors by a bunch of humans.
"I don't know how much it is true but the cops are investigating Lyra's case. They claim she was killed by someone unknown and the method was unusual."
The guard whispered close by his ear, as he looked around. Zoravec was a person of his own morals and never looked down on the guards, sweepers and other staff of his school.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUpon hearing those words he smiled and felt relieved because as per the guard words nobody knew who was the killer. It elated him that probably he won't be caught since the cops were unable to find the culprit. Zoravec looked at the guard after grabbing his senses and controlled himself. He could not let anybody see through his new self.
"What? Lyra was killed? Do you mean the girl from my class?"
There was utter shock on his face as he tried to confirm from the guard. Zoravec put every actress to shame with his exceptional skills. The guard shook his head and placed hand over Zoravec's shoulder. He cared for him just because Zoravec had no father and he had faced a lot of bullying in the school.
"I don't know, young boy. All I am aware of is that she got killed and the cops are here to investigate."
Zoravec nodded and gave the guard a reassuring smile, he did not intend to worry anybody anymore. He also had a lot on his plate to deal with thus there was no room for additional worry.
"Okay, thank you for informing me. I shall wear my student card. Now I should hurry up and go inside, haha. See you soon!"
The guard responded with a smile as he patted on Zoravec's shoulder as encouragement. Whereas Zoravec was eager to explore the chances of him getting away with that awkward murder.
He waved goodbye to the guard as Zoravec headed inside, walking through the huge playground his thoughts were constantly wandering. Zoravec clutched the strap of his bag tightly as he took bigger steps to reach. It became obvious that there would be no study that day since the whole time would be consumed by the investigation.
On the other hand Devi was around the corner, her so-called disguise which was literally being invisible helped a lot. The demoness floated in the air like a ghost and heard the conversation between Zoravec and that guard. Devi could converse with him using her powers to make Zoravec hear her voice on the head.
However she did not intend to say any such thing which would incur his wrath once again. Thus, Devi did not let Zoravec know in any possible way that she was around him. The demoness was fully aware that such news was not going to stay hidden at all. Devi followed Zoravec silently and assured that she would not connect her mind to his.
'Hah! These fuckers can't find any clue from her body. Poor girl, she will never get justice.'
Devi was proud of her skills and the way she successfully made everything a mysterious murder it was impressive. However Zoravec was not sure whether he could trust her capabilities or not. After all, a murder was not a small matter which could hide or left unsettled.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe headed behind Zoravec as he dawdled towards his class. He already knew about being extremely late and now running through the hallways would not bring him anything. Thus, he walked like being in a park as soon as he entered the building.
'Let's see what these people have to say. The situation should be in my favour though. I remember Devi said she took care of everything.'
Zoravec knew that the demoness would never put his life at stake. Thus, he had no clue what the cops were looking for at the school. Or whether they were suspecting the students or not.
As soon as Zoravec passed through the initial corridors the huge middle ground appeared in front of his eyes. There were a number of cops standing there, Zoravec could grasp that they shared similar appearance with the squadron people who came to his place. He clutched the strap of his bag tightly and attempted to pass through the open arcade.
"You! Come here, boy!"
Zoravec was in the middle of his attempt to go to hospital class without being seen when somebody called him. He reflexively glanced in the direction of that shrill and coarse voice. One of the cop waved at hom to call Zoravec in the middle ground. Although the man's expressions did not hint any suspicion but the sudden summoning made Zoravec concerned.
'Oh shit! Why is he calling me? Did he already see me sneaking away?'
He muddled to himself upon seeing the cop still waving at Zoravec, assuming that the kid might have not heard him clearly. However, Zoravec had no other option but to follow the instructions. Because he found not potentially run from there and not be under the radar of the cops.
But was he ready to be caught?