Golden-Eyed Reaper: Transmigrated As The Forgotten One-Chapter 16: Someone is ahead of us.

His eyes were completely black, Noir who had noticed it just now finally realized why Zephyr did not question him about anything related to his golden-eyes because they weren't there to begin with.

"This makes things easier." he picked the cup of water and drank it.

Gulp.

Wiping off the drops of water near his mouth with his right hand, despite things now being easier than before, he still wasn't content or it was more like, it didn't make much of a difference to him.

...

Crack.

A sound as sharp as a dagger, pierced through Noir's ears.

"Shit, who is this now?" a knight spoke as he ran inside the room where Iris was resting.

The knight was shocked, inside the room there wasn't anyone else except Iris. He stepped inside the room thinking it might be some kid who threw a rock or something, after all nowadays kids didn't like the elite knights of the kingdom.

He looked left and right, no one was there, looking at the small hole in the window he figured that his doubt was correct, he looked back. From the direction of the hole, there must have been something that made it, so where was the thing?

Blood dripped on the floor, tip tap tip, "Huh?"

The knight fell on the ground, a small hole on his head that passed through like a tunnel.

...

Due to the window being on the left wall from the door, the knight couldn't see the hole until he entered the room, however to begin with, there wasn't any hole and the small hole was made after the knight entered the room and the thing that came through it was-

"A nail?" A mage, wearing spectacles, said as he looked at the nail on the top of the door's frame.

The mage wore a full-black cloak with golden-engravings on it, he traced every inch of the room, his eyes scanning everything like a machine.

Some other mages were there as well, however none of their skills came close to the dark-cloaked mage.

"Sir, are we really not allowed to transfer this woman to somewhere else?" An assistant mage spoke to the dark-cloaked mage as she pointed at Iris' body.

"If you want to die in the most brutal way possible? Feel free to come in contact with that body, a single touch and you will burst into a thousand pieces, kind of like an overfilled balloon if I may say."

"I may be speaking out of turn but, how can you be so sure?" the assistant spoke with a nervous smile.

"He said it himself." his voice turned cold.

The assistant's expression turned grim as well.

...

'I hope they heed my advice.' Noir thought sitting on a chair, he leaned backwards, his back leaned against the chair.

It didn't come off as a surprise to Noir that Iris was targeted, it was only normal. But he wasn't worried in the slightest, at least not now. He had kind of guessed that something like this would happen, though he didn't expect it to happen on the first day of refuge.

A knock on his door.

"Your presence is called for, by the mages looking in the matter."

Since it was something related to the matter which Noir had previously faced, according to them that is. They thought that Noir would probably know something regarding this and therefore were asking for him to come and see it for himself.

Well Noir never rejected anything, in fact if anyone wanted to visit the scene the most, it was Noir, however they didn't allow him as Noir was in grave suspicion,

Now? They thought, 'I have milked out as much information as I can from this situation, let's see if he can provide additional information on this.' The dark-cloaked mage thought.

"I will be there, just a moment." Noir spoke, his voice emotionless and cold. Truth be told, he didn't really needed a moment and was going to use it just to arrive there slowly, since they didn't allow him previously, so a compensation in a sense.

'When a human gets something he wants easily, he does not value it. Therefore, to keep ones value, one has to be rare and exclusive.' Noir thought as he laid on his bed.

A sense of positivity flew through him, almost as if he had his emotions intact though it wasn't true and all that was truly happening was him matching the values with the scenes. Like: Dead = Negative, Smile = Positive, etc.

He noticed that ever since he lost his emotions or whatever that caused him to go grim, he had been assigning values to each thing, which was a reason why he was able to keep his mentality intact as well, or else...

– The servant who had called for him, felt his own feets trembling, something about the man inside the room, made him scared.

...

As Noir entered hall in which Iris' room was located, all the servants were terrified, a man whose eyes seemed hollow and detached from any emotions, a man who seemed like a menace to them, a demon to be precise.

Noir knocked on the door, "Can I enter?"

'He's finally here' The dark-cloaked mage thought.

"I have been looking forward to your visit." The dark-cloaked mage spoke as he opened the door.

Shooting a glance at all the mages inside the room, Noir spoke, "So you did listen to my advice." his voice emotionless and cold, his eyes hollow like never ending darkness.

'We would have really died if we came in contact with the woman?' the assistant felt a chill down her spine, however this was nothing compared what she felt when Noir first appeared behind the door, the mere words 'Can I enter?' made not only her, but all the lower ranking mages feel threatened in a sense.

"I am Erin Maraya, a dark mage working for the kingdom." He offered a handshake. Noir accepted it, "Nero, a commoner, might have had noble origins" he added with a smile that was devoid of any joy, "Though not in the most brightest way."

Noir diverted his gaze from Erin the dark-cloaked mage, to the scene.

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'The glass of the window broken with a small hole so perfectly made that it seems like it out cut out using lasers.' he looked behind him, on top of the door's frame. "A sad thing indeed."

"Hmm?" Erin raised an eyebrow.

"The knight, the one who entered this room at first, he probably didn't even know he was dead that is in his last moments." While Noir could not feel sympathy for the knight, he did feel a sense of negativity.

However to the rest of the conscious people in the room, it seemed like Noir was sarcastic or a sadistic person, the former might be right, though not in this situation.

Looking outside the broken window, Noir realized how it was still night, 'Few more hours until morning.'

...

"Has he not arrived yet?" a man wearing a complete dark cloak, along with a mask, asked a servant who was kneeling respectively in front of him.

"My lord, he is dead. And I am deeply saddened to say this, but... that means they are ahead of us."

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