Chapter Ninety: A Murderer Appears

The hooded figure was holding the victim against the wall, his face is full of darkness, and other than the bloodshot eyes and the errie speaking voice, there is nothing in there to form his actual head. He is an evil spirit cloaked by a beautifully embroidered brown textile, with aesthetic patterns, as well as some colors to highlight the overall appeal of the expensive taste of the piece of clothing.

But the evil spirit is not here to display his cloak like a fashion statement. He is here to extract further information about a prisoner, where he is holding a Seneschal against his consent, and he is now intimidating the willing victim about the success of his plans.

"When will the election take place?" the Cloaked Person said, the Evil Spirit. "I thought you said in the soonest possible time. What is keeping them from calling a general election?"

The Seneschal, again, pleaded for his life. He honestly do not know the political plans, other than what he personally heard from the Rectory. "I think the Rector of the Commission is planning to resolve the trial of the century first, as well as the conclusion of the preliminary investigation of the murder of the Executive Secretary, before he moves to dissolve the Commission on Appointments. This deeply polarizing cause of action has come to the attention of the Commission, and the results of the election may be affected by this all important issue."

"I see," the Evil Spirit said wanly. "The Rector would like to play his own game."

The bloodshot eyes stared at him with the same intensity of the eyes of a cold-blooded murderer. "You do seem concerned. Scared? Tell me, are you keeping some information away from me?"

"Of course not, Master. I have nothing to hide."

There was an evil laugh. "Would you like to sit for a moment? I have something to ask of you before I let you go."

"What is that?" the Seneschal said. His voice was trembling with fear. He immediately complied with the subtle instruction, and took the nearest chair. The room was dark and sinister, which makes everything worse. There was something terribly, terribly wrong tonight, and he can feel it deeply within his soul.

"Who was the Confidential Adviser of the Rector of the Commission, again?"

He nodded his head, as if to conclusively confirm what he said earlier. "The one who I told you before. He's still in complete control."

"Very well," the Evil Spirit said. His voice seems unconvinced, the type that lashes out with a venomous tone that accuses someone with shameless lying. "I must see you next time without any more excuses, and by then I want results."

"Of course, Master."

"You can go now."

He immediately rose from his seat to abruptly get away from the room and the dangerous presence of the Evil Spirit. But as he opened the front door, he saw someone standing behind the doorway whom he wasn't expecting to see.

It was the Rector of the Commission.

The Seneschal was too horrified to even mutter a word.

Before he could even start to say anything to express his terror and shock, the Rector impaled him with a sword straight through his heart. Within seconds, he was dead.

"You lying traitor."

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