Strongest Nova: Path of Vengeance

Chapter 101: Go In

Stanley stayed outside the mansion, hopeful that the mayor inside would heal his brother. No, he was confident he would do so.

After all, his brother was the next mayor in line.

The rain drowned out every other thought he had, except for one that should have died already, but had yet again been rekindled.

Revenge.

He was going to get revenge on whoever did this to his brother.

His primary suspicion was still Yasu, of course. So the best thing to do was to go find him and question him about where he was during the attack.

With how many people were on the battlefield, someone should have noticed his absence. If he got through questioning enough Defenders, he should get his answer.

Stanley nodded to himself as that was what he decided to do.

He waited for the guards to return and give him an update about his brother before he left. He stood in the middle of the street, soaking wet in the rain as the loose hanging leather threatened to come off.

He waited for the guards, but no matter how much he did so, they didn’t seem to want to return.

"What’s going on?" he asked himself. "Where are they?"

He waited some more, but no one came out. Stanley began to frown a bit, worried that his brother’s situation was dire and so they couldn’t come out.

Go in, his instincts cried.

Stanley froze for a bit. Was that what he wanted to do right now? No, needed to do it right now. Go in?

’Yes, I should go in,’ he thought. ’I need to check on brother, see that he is fine.’

It wouldn’t be so much of a crime, right? Even if it was, his brother would get him off it once he was awake.

Stanley’s eyes moved toward the tower that he could see to his left, beyond the wall. People there should have been able to see if he walked in. Would that be a problem?

’No, not the time to care,’ he told himself and walked in.

He walked into the mansion grounds, with no one there to stop him.

He looked to his left and right, the many flowers and plants that grew to his left and right were colorful like they were said to be. He walked past those flowers, arriving at the main door of the mansion that was open.

He stepped in, his metal shoes making a bit too much noise. It was also a bit uncomfortable to walk on.

To his left now was Illan’s room. The door was slightly open and the big, young man was asleep to the sound of the rain. Most likely he hadn’t even heard the sound of the siren because of the rain.

He continued inward, now confused about where he was supposed to go. He had never gone past the very first room while unconscious.

As he took the first step inward, a wave of feeling came, instincts that told him where he needed to go. He took the second step, slowly walking in that direction.

The hallways were dark, devoid of any light for some reason. A cracking sound came from Stanley’s left foot after a few steps, and when he checked, there was glass on the floor.

Stanley frowned for a moment and realized what the glass was from. When he looked up, it truly was the glass from the light bulb. For some reason, the glass bulb was shattered.

’Huh? Why?’ he questioned, but there was no answer.

Stanley walked even more inside, the darkness getting deeper and deeper with no light coming in from anywhere.

At that time, he saw himself stumbling over something as he walked, so he stopped right before he would. He crouched down, getting as close to the ground as he could before seeing what was in front of him.

Stanley’s eyes widened in shock and he took a few steps back when he realized that the thing that he had foreseen himself stumbling over was actually a dead person.

The man’s left arm was destroyed, his breath completely gone. He was dead beyond a doubt as blood pooled on the ground in front of the man.

Stanley felt shaken on the inside, unsure why something like this would happen here. Death was obvious on the battlefield toward the veil, but why was it here so far away from it?

Who had killed this man?

Stanley wanted to know, but he was now worried about his brother. So, he stepped over the man and walked on.

Down the hallway, as soon as he took a left turn, he saw another corpse. There was a single light bulb in the hallway, while the rest were out.

With that light, Stanley could barely make out the fact that there was a hole in this man’s forehead.

’A spear attack?’ Stanley wondered. It was too small to be a spear attack.

He wanted to pull out his sword, but the hallway was too narrow for his sword. He would have to make do without it.

He continued walking around multiple corners, deaths at quite a few of them. Two of the people that had died were even the guards that had come inside just 10 minutes earlier.

What about his brother? Was he fine? Where was he?

Finally, he arrived at a staircase that took him upward.

However, his power wasn’t telling him to go up at all. It was telling him to... go down?

Down how? There was no pathway down at all. Yet, his instincts told him to walk through the wall that was next to him.

’Through the wall?’ he questioned his own mind. However, with everything that had happened, the last thing he would do is question his own powers now.

He moved toward the wall, trying to push it. With just enough force, he felt something click on the other side. He tried to push, seeing if it really was a door.

It was, but he had to actually slide it to the side. Stanley was surprised that such a mechanism existed.

However, before he could be surprised by that, he turned around, his eyes wide in shock at what he saw in front of him.

A bright white light came from the ceiling as if he were out in the open completely covering the hallway down to wherever he could see. The air here felt cooler, clearer than anything he had ever breathed before.

The floor was made out of something exquisite white material that Stanley had never seen before. It was white without a single flaw and seemed to cover the entire ground. He could hear some wheezing sounds in the distance, confusing noises he had never heard before.

He walked a bit further and came in front of a room through which he could see the back of the old mayor facing a desk, on which his brother’s body lay. Thankfully, his brother was still breathing and alive.

Unknown to him, someone else had come into the room as well. Someone that had no presence, and was nothing more than a smudge of darkness floating in the air.

’So this is where he went,’ Sheila thought after finally seeing the place that she had arrived at.