Cameraman Never Dies

Bang!

The ether behind the bullet exploded to create a force rivaling cannons. The Shroud grasper's core had no chance of escape. It shattered into many tiny fragments.

Just as the fog was dispersing, Judge immediately took out a pouch and put one fragment of the core inside. The other shattered pieces started moving and coming towards the mouth of the pouch as soon as he induced some ether inside it.

I wonder how this artifact works. The artifact nerd's thoughts acted up, while it was just something he did in order to study the divine artifacts to attain clues to godhood, he couldn't escape a personality he had unknowingly created for himself.

All the fragments went inside the pouch like some kind of specialized vacuum cleaner. He put it away inside the big leather pouch on his lower back. "let's head back."

He turned to Seraphis, who nodded in response. She did not say anything, hoping to get answers after this whole commission was over.

———

Four people sat around a round table inside a decent apartment room, the rain was blurring the closed window. The light from a lantern was blurring occasionally. One man stood by the wall, he was wearing a brown jacket and a triangular hat. "The gathering place was destroyed when none of us or anyone with enough strength was there."

"Yes, surprising right?" One man by the table, who had put the backrest of the chair in front of him, nodded and said.

"That means this was a planned-out operation." Another man with green hair said. "The Clown of Sinister Smile huh? If he was from the Drakonis family, then he must be pretty strong. There is no way they would send weak people."

"But there is the question," The man opposite him spoke, "The Drakonis do not need such meticulous planning to wipe us out, they have enough manpower to kill us all. They might be trying to mask the death of their young miss, but until when are they going to hold it back and why?"

"I think you are misunderstanding," The man with a brown jacket and triangular hat spoke again, making everyone else go silent. "I think the clown might be someone who is not affiliated with the Drakonis, of course, it is only a possibility. But if you knew someone killed your child, would you send a weak lackey or go by yourself?"

"Yourself," Eyerone said unanimously.

"And do you know the strength of those monsters, their base strength could match many strong people's racial form."

"Yes! And that means..."

"That means the Drakonis family is yet to know who sent the assassin, after all, there are a lot of assassins gathering even inside Wistmere, and they might not turn to Limdon which is not a part of their territory."

"I get it now!" The man with green hair exclaimed, "It means that someone else got the information, and they acted as a part of the Drakonis house in order to scare us to not find him or the others."

The man with the triangular hat nodded and came closer to the table, "So we need to find who leaked the information, let us start with the people who commissioned the killing— that is the most probable place where the information was leaked." He snapped his fingers and a glass made of ice came into existence, and he poured the bottle of amber colored malt beer into the ice glass.

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"Does anyone have a clue on who it was?" the man sitting on the back turned chair asked. "The clown might not have enough confidence, but he is sure formidable. I mean, the corpses— they are mangled beyond belief. And the last worker, he was also cut into pieces after the police questioned him."@@novelbin@@

"Hmm... you are right, we should be careful." The green-haired man replied.

"Alright then, it is decided." The man who was silent till now spoke, he was sitting near a small table at the far end of the room. He had black hair and gray eyes, his face was smooth as silk, and he had no beard or mustache. "Let's search the commissioner."

"Yes Sir!" Everyone said and except the man with a triangular hat, he downed his drink before he spoke, "As you say master Thadd, I have no choice but to follow your lead."

Master Thadd laughed a while and then the entire room, including him, went silent. The six men looked at each other and decided to finish the bottle before they went out.

Lucifer, who was watching all of this, silently praised his master. He was told to stay and record the scene at the assassin gathering and follow if he saw someone suspicious, and when he did, he had gotten here, listening in on a conversation that could reveal clues on who had enough nerve to even think of killing their god incarnation's sister.

He just stood there, without even being able to lean on the wall, but as an upside, his body never ached or felt tired.

———

"Alright, the commission is completed and the item is received." The green-haired receptionist had changed, maybe her shift was over. Now there was a blonde girl with an aura of air-headedness around her. "Welcome to the mercenary guild Dorian Caine, as a new member and an emerging marksman." She was cheerful, as if she had yet to register the monster named Shroud Grasper was a pretty powerful one.

"Here is your mercenary identification, we will be noting the list of monsters you killed inside a database, and would be shared across all branches of the mercenary guild, but it would take about a month. Your first monster on the list would be a Shroud Grasper... Hmm" She fell into thought, she had to write the monster's tier, but she was pretty forgetful. "Just a sec." She went into the room behind to grab a monster encyclopedia.

"Let's go, Dorian, there are a lot of things I wanna talk about," Seraphis spoke as she came closer to Judge.

"I..." Before Judge could say anything, she grabbed him by the collar, the people around them did not hear what the receptionist had said, so they could not hear the shroud grasper, but they knew about Saphiel.

"Hey look at that, the kid got Saphiel as a master." Someone said to his table.

"Man, he's in for a rough time, he is really merciless even to his own teammates."

"But isn't that kid carrying a gun? Saphiel uses swords."

"You never know, he might start to like swords more than guns. After all, he is with him."

The crowd erupted into laughter.

Suddenly, they heard a loud squeak from the room behind the counter, "A Shroud Grasper?! He killed a Shroud Grasper for his test commission?" It was the blonde girl, she was going through the books to find the description of shroud graspers.

The whole crowd went silent, "What? That kid killed a Shroud Grasper for his test?" A man shouted.

"Killing it is one thing, but that kid did not even have a scratch on him. Do you guys think Saphiel helped him?"

"No, then he would have disqualified."

"That means..."

Everyone went silent again, and then one guy laughed in a way people actually introduce strong characters in a story, yeah that kind of laugh. "We are going to see some changes in hierarchy." He continued his subtle laugh.

———

Judge was trying his hardest to convey his grumbling tummy to his master, but Seraphis was in a world of her own. She ran on the roofs, jumping from one house to the next, her only focus was to reach her residence as soon as possible. There was actually no need to hurry they were free and could take their time, but Seraphis was fixed on reaching her place as soon as possible.

"Umm... Master Seraphis..." Judge tried to talk, but was met with silence, only the rustling of wind was heard. This took him back to when he was a baby and his mother, but at that time, he did not feel the force of sudden acceleration or anything, it was like Newton had diarrhea when he was actually supposed to sit underneath an apple tree.

Soon, they reached a two-story house in the outer regions of Rivell borough. He looked at her, owning a house in a city, even if it was in the Limdon outer regions, could cost almost 1000 sten.

Without a word, they both headed in... well Judge was dragged in, but let's leave it at that. Just past the entrance was the living room with some sofas, Seraphis threw judge onto one of them and sat on another sofa.

"Now, tell me who you really are. I don't believe your whole story about dreams, but I know you are a dragon."

"Well, master I would like to tell you but..." Grrr, His stomach started to make noise, Judge looked at his master with an embarrassed face, "...I am hungry."