Chapter 40: Morg’s United Front (1)
The morning dawned.
Last night. Vikir had slept in the pavilion across the street from the city magistrate's office after his night shift.
Knowing that, the Chihuahua had been there early in the morning.
"Hey, sleepy assistant magistrate. The sun is already up, it's time for you to go to work...uhhhhhhhh!?"
After knocking on the door, the Chihuahua didn't get to finish his morning greeting before letting out a grotesque scream.
There was blood everywhere.
Blood, blood, blood, soaking down the white bedspread and staining the marble tiles on the floor in a grid-like pattern.
The walls, the ceiling, the bed, all drenched in blood.
"Ah. Good morning, sir."
Vikir gets up from the bed with too much nonchalance.
Judging by his sleepy expression, he really was asleep just a moment ago.