Glenn uncorked a bottle of amber whisky silently and poured himself a glass. He picked two ice cubes and dropped them in the glass, before going back to his sofa and sinking into it. He quietly sipped on his drink, his eyes still wet and reddened. A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door to his suite, forcing him out of his seat and up to the door. He hurriedly wiped his face and rubbed his eyes, before opening the door.

Sahro was standing there, with clean clothes and a troubled expression.

"I'm ready to go, but..." The Black Heir looked to the side, back in his suite's direction, "...I don't think Milena is. She's been with Liara for a while now, and refuses to come out of her room."

He frowned, squinting as he stared at Glenn's eyes, "...And maybe you need a longer break too?"

Glenn's lips curved into a weak smile, his hand waving dismissively, his eyes darting to the side.

"Don't worry, I already cried my problems out. Let's get this over with, "He paused, "...I doubt we'll need Milena's help, so let her rest."

Sahro shrugged and nodded, stepping to the side as he let Glenn leave his room. The young man closed the door behind him with a twist of his Black-Gold rank dagger, dismissing it in a cloud of blue particles. The two walked down the hallway silently. They left the Dormitory and then the Cleaner's Workshop, heading for the Mayor's Office in the Eastern Town's safest district; the Military District. All the military forces that the Mayor controlled were positioned in that street, guarding his residence and office instead of helping clear up the Eastern Town of its criminals.

The Black Heir suddenly stopped, interrupting their walk.

"What did you see, back when you entered the Beyond?" He asked Glenn. The young man froze dead in his tracks, silent. After a few seconds, he turned around with a fake smile.

"Oh, nothing crazy. Just hell, and the kids we were supposed to save alongside Redan. All dead, of course," he said, before turning back and continuing on his way. Sahro followed him silently, his question answered. The two soon arrived in the strictly controlled Military District and were stopped by a squadron of guards wearing brass-colored full-body armor at the entrance. They were all armed with thick spears made out entirely of that same, brass-colored metal.

"Identity and reason for visiting, please?" One of the guards asked politely. Glenn exchanged a gaze with Sahro and stepped up, smiling emotionlessly at the guard.

"Glenn and Sahro, we're here to cave in the Mayor's face. If you please?"

The soldier looked at him for a few seconds, then at his colleagues. His finger wrapped tightly around the hilt of his spear, his teeth clenched. Glenn contented himself with smiling silently as he thought back to the dead kids. Nelg advised him to let his emotions run rampant for a bit.

He was going to do just that.

Sahro placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, his gaze sharp. The standoff lasted for a few seconds until the soldier tried to take a step forward. Glenn used Gravity Manipulation to stop him dead in his tracks, still smiling with his lips closed, his trembling eyelids betraying his anger. The soldier gulped, unable to move a muscle. His colleagues also tried moving, but couldn't, under the same hold. Glenn grinned widely, before making his way through the frozen soldiers, Sahro closely following behind him.

"Thank you, sirs. We'll be on our way, then~"

Glenn kept the spell on until the guard post was far behind them, and then dismissed it. Sahro looked at him with worried eyes.

"Are you sure you're fine?"

Glenn laughed as Mana swirled around him in a visible, purple cloud.

"Of course! I'm more than fine!" He paused and rubbed his chin, "...But I'll probably feel much better once the Mayor and the Count behind him are both disintegrated to dust."

Sahro sighed and shook his head. The two arrived in front of the largest, and most luxurious building; the Mayor's office. Glenn approached the doors without missing a beat, and kicked them open, loudly announcing his arrival. The mayor's office was a gaudy display of ill-gotten wealth, with plush red carpets and mahogany furniture. The air smelled of expensive cigars and, with their arrival, fear.

"Walker Blight, of the Occult Wander, here to visit Mayor Lazarre!" He shouted, startling the office workers and the secretaries. They all parted from his and Sahro's way, letting them freely walk in. The three-floored building echoed with sounds of people running around frantically, but Glenn and Sahro only kept on walking through the office at their own pace. It didn't take them long to find the office, which Glenn opened up with yet another powerful kick. A blade burning in emerald flames welcomed him but was swiftly deflected by Sahro, who was expecting such a thing. After all, they already knew there was a capable knight present on the Mayor's side, to protect him.

They also knew that it was a capable knight. Not that much of a threat in front of Glenn and Sahro's combined might. The knight, covered in scaled armor and a brass helmet closed over his face, backed down, covering with his body the cowering mayor, a small, fat man with balding spots and his pants soiled. Glenn grinned widely, opening his arms in a wide hug.

"What, you don't recognize me, Lazarre? It's me, Walker Blight!"

The mayor's eyes widened and he looked at the garnet ring on his thick middle finger.

"Y—You!" He sputtered, terrified.

"Yes, me!" Glenn stepped in with a big smile and his left hand shooting a Carbon Blade at the knight, Tomorr if he remembered correctly. The knight blocked the Carbon Blade with his greatsword, the emerald flames dimming slightly. He took a step back, silent and ready to fight. Sahro crackled with blue lightning, flashing forward in sparks of electricity. His curved sword collided against the knight's greatsword in a brutal shock. The knight grunted and tried to push Sahro back, only to see his torso falling without his head attached to it, Glenn standing there with a mocking grin, his longsword dripping with red blood.

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Tomorr's corpse crashed down, a pool of blood quickly forming around it. Glenn turned around and looked at the Mayor cowering behind his luxurious, bloodied desk. The young man's grin only grew as he slowly wiped the blood off his blade on the mayor's vest, before planting it on the ground right next to his head. The bald man gasped and cried, but he couldn't care less. Sahro found himself a chair to sit on, so he could enjoy the show.

"So," Glenn began as he sat on the desk, looking down at the terrified Mayor, "...I feel like you have a lot of things you want to share with us, isn't that right, Mayor Lazarre?"

The Mayor hurriedly nodded up and down, kneeling on the ground with his forehead against the floor. Glenn's chin leaned on his fist as he comfortably installed his feet on top of the soon-to-be bald head.

"W—What do you want to know?" He asked shakily, not daring to lift his head. Glenn rubbed his chin, wondering. What was the first thing he wanted to know?

His foot pressed harder against the mayor's neck. "Who's supporting you?" he demanded, his voice a low growl. The mayor, trembling, blurted out, "C—Count Mortelli... he's involved in everything. Please, I'll tell you anything!"

The Mayor grunted and tried to resist against the foot, failing miserably.

"He's my—argh—my uncle, I'm from the Lanseti barony. Count—mff—count Mortelli is heavily invested in the dealings of the various criminal organizations, as well as every cult, sect, or dark church!"

Glenn yawned, forcing the Mayor to speak faster.

"Count Mortelli has an alliance with the Occult Wanderers, a secret society of researchers who stop at nothing to find power. Sir Laurence was one of the Five Wanderers, the strongest member of that organization!"

Glenn whistled and clapped slowly.

"Nice, I don't even need to ask you questions, you already know what I want to know, don't you?"

The mayor grunted as Glenn allowed him to raise his head slightly.

"I knew this would happen. I knew we shouldn't fuck with the Beyond! The demons are in there!" He spat to the side, still bowing his head so he didn't have to cross Glenn's eyes.

"And kids? Why did they need kids for that ritual? Fuck!" The Mayor angrily spat, before sighing deeply. He remained kneeling but without his head against the ground, gaining a tiny, tiny bit back of his dignity. Glenn scratched the back of his head.

"Why were you appointed as the Mayor?"

Lazarre frowned and replied.

"I told you because I'm the Count's nephew—" Glenn's foot interrupted him and pressed his forehead back against the ground.

"Don't take me for a fool," Glenn said coldly, "...What purpose do you serve here? Are you the communication point with the various crime syndicates, then? Since you're utter trash as the Mayor."

Mayor Lazarre whined, bleeding from a broken nose.

"Argh, yes, yes! I was also in charge of undermining the Church of Onnea's reputation in the Eastern Town, for the benefit of the other dark organizations trying to get a foothold in King's Rise!"

Glenn pressed his lips together. This explained that. The weaker the Church of Onnea was, the easier it was for the Skinners, the Thorn's Cult, and the Occult Wanderer to implement themselves in the city. Without the support of the citizens, even Onnea's Church would struggle to keep things running normally.

"What else, what else..." Glenn pondered, before grinning, "...What about Redan, the Ice Wolf? Did you or your Count have a role in his kidnapping?"

The Mayor grunted before replying, his nose breaking down further.

"It—It wasn't kidnapping," He screamed painfully as Glenn pressed harder on his head, "BLACKMAIL! It was blackmail!"

Glenn looked down at the Mayor with a surprised look as he relieved the bald man of the pressure of his feet, jumping off the desk and walking around it.

"Blackmail? What did you blackmail Redan with?"

The Mayor rubbed the back of his head, while holding his nose with his other hand, wincing as he replied.

"Count Mortelli has been the Commodore of the Wolves Order ever since the Ice Wolf was expulsed from them. I believe there are individuals in the Order who are the Ice Wolf's weaknesses!" Lazarre explained hurriedly as he pulled a piece of tissue out of his bloody black vest and wrapped it around his nose. Sahro, who was kind of bored at that point, began searching through the various drawers in the office. Glenn frowned; more hostages? Between Callum, Giselle's grandson, and Redan's friends or old subordinates, that explains why the Black Heir and the Ice Wolf moved at the nobles' wishes.

The young man noted the Mortelli name on his growing list of individuals he should exterminate. That wouldn't hurt anyone to clean up all the people who dealt with criminals and empowered them, right? Oh, and criminal organizations should also be up-rooted...

'Why do you care?' Diamanes asked, curious, '...It's not your place to clean up this world, and you don't strike me as the hero of justice.'

Glenn grinned with crescent eyes, coldness hidden behind his smile.

'Well, I was thinking I needed to farm souls to level up Nelg, and also, because it would probably make me feel GREAT to kill assholes. If it helps other people at the same time, that's three birds with one stone, right?'

"I'm all for it!" Nelg exclaimed happily, on his host's side. Diamanes laughed evilly, satisfied. The young man looked down at the trembling Mayor, still wondering what else he should ask. He opened his mouth when Sahro exploded with laughter. Glenn turned toward his Black Heir friend, frowning.

"What are you laughing at...?"

Sahro was holding a letter and reading it, grinning widely as he did.

"Well, I think you should read it, it's interesting stuff..." Sahro's grin disappeared, melting away as he looked at the Mayor, still cowering on the floor. His Aura flared up, making his left, thunder arm flare up to a crimson color. Glenn took the letter from his hand, giving it a quick look over. His face darkened, and all hints of a smile disappeared. He drew a deep breath, crumpling the letter into a ball and fitting it in his dimensional pouch. He wanted to destroy it, but evidence was meant to be kept and given to the proper authorities.

Who would be the proper authorities in this case, though? The Church of Onnea? The Cleaner's Workshop?

It didn't matter, in the end, Glenn was certainly going to act his justice upon this disgusting piece of shit. The young man had more he wanted to ask the bald man, but hurried, heavy steps coming from the office's exterior informed him of the guards coming to save their employer. If he could, Glenn would rather not kill them, for they were men who followed orders, and nothing else. Glenn walked up to the Mayor and picked up his sword, looking at his reflection in the cold steel.

"Mayor Lazarre, for your various crimes, including blackmailing, murder, conspiracy to murder, slavery, rape, child molesting, complicity with criminal organizations, and others I don't even feel like naming, I hereby sentence you to death. May you suffer in hell eternally."

The Mayor's eyes shot wide open and he hurriedly looked up to plead his cause, but Glenn's blade was already lifted above his head, ready to hack down. A second later, the blade touched the ground, Lazarre's head rolling down right next to it. Glenn looked down at the corpse, before spitting on it and kicking it away. He used Mundare to clean up Nelg, before sheathing the weapon back in its sheath. He looked at the wall and blasted a small Implosion into it, carving enough space for him and Sahro to jump through. The setting sun was welcoming him, the twin moons showing their pale selves.

Glenn and Sahro jumped down the Mayor's office, carried by Gravity Manipulation to the nearest roof. The two men looked back at the office, listening to the clamors and screams of horror of the guards finding the Mayor's beheaded corpse. The Black Heir shook his head and looked at his friend.

"I'll head to the Cleaner's Workshop. You're coming with me?"

Glenn didn't turn his head, still staring in the Mayor's office direction.

"...I'll be staying here for a while, to clear up my head. I'll join you and the others in a bit, don't worry."

Sahro nodded and sighed, before turning and jumping away, leaving Glenn alone as was his wish.

The young man looked at the sun setting down, his arms crossed. After a few minutes, he sighed.

"What a fucking day..."