197 Prove Your Purity

With a scritch-scritch sound, the plankton gnaw at the wreckage of the shattered vehicle.

Their speed was so astonishing that, in less than a minute, most of the remaining traces had already vanished. The bodies were gone, needless to say, and the flames that had shot up into the sky had long since disappeared.

Needless to say, none of the corpses had suddenly jumped up and run off. They had all become plankton food without leaving a trace behind. Those tiny predators even ate inorganic matter, so there was no way they'd leave a mass of protein, even if it was a corpse, alone. In fact, the bodies had disappeared before the vehicle wreckage did.

‘With this, I’ve erased all the direct traces. What’s left are the shell casings and bullet marks... I’ll just have to hope the Bureau takes care of the rest.’

Hiss.

Using the grimoire as a shield, he casually held it over his head and flicked off the half-burned ash from his cigarette. This time, instead of lemon, a sharp mint fragrance bloomed on the tip of his tongue.

After smoking only sweet scents every time, this cool fragrance felt pretty good too. He looked down at Laura, laid out on the ground, and wondered whether he should buy a few other kinds of tobacco the next time he visited the general store.

A body unconscious, blood streaming from the back of her head.

Her blown-off lower half had already started regenerating, but even so, it still couldn't match Cecilia’s regeneration speed, let alone Marian’s. That was only natural, since she still hadn't been able to drink any blood. If he gave her a little blood, maybe she'd recover faster than Marian did.

Of course Ian had no intention of giving her any of his blood. There was no way he was going to waste a precious resource like a wizard’s blood on a mutant fluorescent shaman cockroach that wasn't even a vampire, let alone a human...