The two men who were guarding the front door of the mansion immediately went towards the side when they heard the sound of shattered glass as well as Mick's screaming voice.
"Ah, what… the hell happened here?" A slender man with hair as dark as the night sky said while gazing at Mick's lifeless body. "I-I don't know, is he still alive?" A man who was just five feet tall with white coloured hair and grey eyes said in a shrill voice.
"Check his pulse." The black-haired man said. "Right…" the white-haired man slowly approached the body of the lifeless Mick before putting his index finger to his neck.
After a few seconds of silence, he slowly shook his head from left to right. "I see…" the black-haired man said with a complicated expression.
'Who could have done this?' He wondered. This was supposed to be an easy job; there were no reports that there was someone inside the mansion who could put up a decent fight.
While this is a mansion of an important figure, it was necessary to have strong people to protect those inside. But for someone to be able to take down Mick, it should be simply impossible.
"Sigh… What the hell are we going to tell the boss?" He muttered gloomily with a crampy face. "You mean what are you going to tell him... I'm definitely not going to be the one to explain to him that we lost all the men that went inside." The black-haired man said with a troubled look.
While it wasn't confirmed whether the others who went in are also dead, because Mick's body was sent flying outside the mansion meant that the other two who went in earlier were most likely dead as well.
"Give me a break, are you asking me to get killed. The boss's younger brother was inside that mansion, you know. If I report this, it's my head that's going to be sent flying." The white-haired man said with a pale face.
"Sigh, let's worry about who gets to report later, for now let's get the hell out of here. If Grayson and even Mick couldn't take down whatever monster was inside that place, I seriously doubt we have a chance even if we work together." The black-haired man said before running in the direction of the garden wall. "Shit! Everything is a headache." The white-haired man said before chasing after the black-haired man with a fast gait.
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"Mm, it seems they're retreating." Kenta, who was still gazing outside, said once his cold eyes had landed on the two men running away. For whatever reason, his cold blue eyes were filled with pure killing intent as his mouth was formed into a crescent shape, completely resembling the moon which shone brightly in the starless sky.
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Meanwhile, Nessa, Charlotte and Rick were able to stealthily sneak past the mansion's gate. "Sigh. It seems we made it." Rick said while panting heavily from running the whole way. "Not yet, we need to find someone who can help us," Nessa said while observing the surroundings calmly. "Mm, isn't that?" Her sharp eyes then landed on an extravagant-looking carriage that was slowly approaching from a distance.
"That's Sir Michael's carriage," Charlotte said with her voice filled with pure happiness. The three of them waved their hands trying to attract the attention of the driver who was driving the carriage.
The driver pulled the rope attached to the horses to stop them. "Meere." The horse's front legs were raised high into the air as they came to an abrupt halt and stopped in their tracks.
"Umm, Sir Michael… there is something you need to see." The driver said, turning his gaze to Michael, who was sitting in the back and reading a book.
"Mm… what's wrong?" He asked with confusion showing on his face. "I don't know, there are some children outside." He reported. "Children, you say." Michael opened the door of the carriage and calmly stepped down.
"Huh, Nessa, Charlotte and Rick? Why are you three outside at this hour?" He questioned, completely confused.
"Si-Sir Michael, please help us!" Nessa said as her eyes were filled with tears. She had been holding back the fear and anxiety which were crushing her heart from the inside. She was the oldest out of the three and was also the calmest.
But even she had her own limits; she wanted to cry, run and hide as any normal person would, but she couldn't. Charlotte was still extremely terrified, while Rick wasn't good at making decisions in such situations. She needed to be the brains and help guide everyone to safety.
"Ne-Nessa, what happened?" Michael inquired, hugging her trembling body tightly. Seeing the state of her body, he could easily tell something bad must have happened while he was away. Michael gritted his teeth, seemingly frustrated by his own powerlessness.
He held both the bodies of Nessa and Charlotte tightly while gazing at Rick with a serious face. "Rick, what happened while I was away?" He asked, gazing at Rick to get as much information as possible. Rick shook his head and began explaining the situation.
After 10 minutes or so of explaining the situation, Rick finally took a breath after talking nonstop about the explanation. "I see, so my sister is…" he muttered in an inaudible voice. "Yes, she… tried protecting us when those thieves broke in," Nessa explained as her eyes filled with sadness, remembering the scene.
"Kenta also stayed inside and bought time for me to escape… I, I don't know what happened to him after that." Charlotte said, tears streaming down her fair cheeks from remembering the words of Kenta.
"Kenta did…I see, you three stay here. I'll go have a look." Michael said. He then went back to the carriage before picking up a one-handed sword that was still sheathed in an extravagant-looking scabbard.
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Michael walked back towards the mansion, his eyes surveyed the area, "Mm." He faintly narrowed his refined eyes and saw fragments of broken glass. "Hmm… what exactly were their intentions of breaking into my home?" He muttered. He walked towards a person lying on the ground.
"This must be one of the intruders." He said, looking at the body of the lifeless Mick. Michael used his index finger to check whether Mick was dead or simply passed out. "Nn, he's dead, who did this?" He wondered.
There shouldn't be anyone inside the mansion with the power to repel someone like this. At least he was certain.
"Wa-Was… there was some kind of accident? Judging by the fragments of glass, it was obvious he fell from the mansion's window," he said. Looking closely at the glass still stuck to his body, he probably broke his skull from his fall. So, there was most likely some kind of accident.
Michael looked closely at the intruders' clothes, and something hit him, "Don't tell me? SHIT!!!" He suddenly exclaimed. Before running inside the mansion.