Happy Life
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Shaking her head, Ayano listens again and examines her surroundings – who knows what might have changed in the minutes she spent here – then takes out her gohei and, making sure not to get dirty in this scene, begins the purification ritual to put these mutilated souls to rest.
Once it is finished, she considers what to do next. There are only two obvious options: to get to the city and report what she saw to the guard, or to return to the villa and tell the princess. The first option would involve a lengthy interrogation and establishing her own identity, which is tolerable, but may be difficult at the moment, but the competent authorities will immediately begin their work.
"Immediately?" Ayano thinks gloomily. Usually, the type of people who are on duty only want one thing – to sit out their boring shift in peace and pass the task on to someone else. How many people will they be able to assign, are they willing to work outside the city limits, are they capable of finding anything, even if there are no traces? Will they do all this at night? Maybe yes, maybe no.
The option with the princess suggests that it will avoid long interrogations and, given her resources, she will probably be able to entrust this task to someone competent. On the other hand, what reason could she have to personally take this matter under her control when there are specially trained people who are paid for this? She won't be micromanaging every little thing in her city.
The priestess was already starting to get angry with herself for not being able to make a decision, and was about to flip a coin when she remembered the forest crossroads near the Sanctuary. For now, this place seemed the most attractive near the Temple... until tonight. Even if the criminal is caught, this place will still cause people anxiety; if he remains at large, then the construction can be forgotten. And besides, the serial killer is somewhere in the suburbs, on the territory where the Chimera Denka lives? Of course, she has Aria, who moves silently, and... maybe even doesn't leave any traces... and other guards, but still, this cannot be ignored.
The personal factor finally tipped the scales, Ayano turned around and headed towards the villa. On the way, another thought occurred to her – could this be the road that the baker, Bajena, takes home from work, as her day is ending? Her home is located in another part of the city, but still...
Ayano quickened her pace.
Once it is finished, she considers what to do next. There are only two obvious options: to get to the city and report what she saw to the guard, or to return to the villa and tell the princess. The first option would involve a lengthy interrogation and establishing her own identity, which is tolerable, but may be difficult at the moment, but the competent authorities will immediately begin their work.
"Immediately?" Ayano thinks gloomily. Usually, the type of people who are on duty only want one thing – to sit out their boring shift in peace and pass the task on to someone else. How many people will they be able to assign, are they willing to work outside the city limits, are they capable of finding anything, even if there are no traces? Will they do all this at night? Maybe yes, maybe no.
The option with the princess suggests that it will avoid long interrogations and, given her resources, she will probably be able to entrust this task to someone competent. On the other hand, what reason could she have to personally take this matter under her control when there are specially trained people who are paid for this? She won't be micromanaging every little thing in her city.
The priestess was already starting to get angry with herself for not being able to make a decision, and was about to flip a coin when she remembered the forest crossroads near the Sanctuary. For now, this place seemed the most attractive near the Temple... until tonight. Even if the criminal is caught, this place will still cause people anxiety; if he remains at large, then the construction can be forgotten. And besides, the serial killer is somewhere in the suburbs, on the territory where the Chimera Denka lives? Of course, she has Aria, who moves silently, and... maybe even doesn't leave any traces... and other guards, but still, this cannot be ignored.
The personal factor finally tipped the scales, Ayano turned around and headed towards the villa. On the way, another thought occurred to her – could this be the road that the baker, Bajena, takes home from work, as her day is ending? Her home is located in another part of the city, but still...
Ayano quickened her pace.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
