“That monster knew exactly what it was doing, too…Before we could even move properly, it aimed straight for the most dangerous one of us. I didn’t even get to see the thing…”
“Then, this is…”
In response to my master’s question, Flue nodded.
“Yeah. This is all old man Orlocke.” The astrologer named the completely unidentifiable corpse.
Literally torn limb from limb, it was so bad we couldn’t even identify which parts of his body each piece was from.
The third victim.
But this was no longer a crime scene. It was more like a natural disaster. Not even that old magus could escape from the rage of the Castle of Seperation.
But,
“Orlocke Caesermund.”
Standing in the middle of the guest room, my master called out. Confused by what my master thought he was accomplishing, I turned to face him.
“Master. What are you-”
“I’m not talking about the corpse.” Turning aside my question, my master continued. “I’m talking to you. Orlocke Caesermund.”
In response to his words, another nearby figure began to slowly get up off the floor.
It was Orlocke’s assistant.
“You’re the real Orlocke Caesermund, right?”
“W-what…?”
As I looked at Orlocke’s assistant with bewildered eyes, my mental picture of him collapsed.
Lifting the corners of his mouth still soaked in his master’s blood, the boy whose expression had never before changed smiled sweetly.
“Calling me the ‘real’ Orlocke is a bit off the mark, my young lord.”
I gulped unconsciously. Though his bearing and voice were completely different, there was no doubt that those words came from Orlocke Caesermund. Their speech patterns weren’t just similar. They were exactly the same.
“I only transcribed my memory and personality. I suppose there was only about a tenth of me or so left in that body anyways.”
The boy - Orlocke laughed.
Case Files I, Chapter 5, Part 1