Laplace Infinitium: Monster of time

Vol. 2 Chapter 4: The problems which are keep pilling up

Two of the peacekeeper goes on their pre-destined place, Gezrona is heading out to the Natli residence with the servant. Nagrasiel's goal is at the Negrata district. By no one else with other then himself.

Afternoon, Khasalit near to the Sagradia wall. The side of the Outer rim.

This is the richer part of the outcasted part of Khasalit. Overly patched building, sticking all over the Sagradia wall and with it's 10 stories high. Stairs, ladders in an uncounted numbers with houses which hardly can be call other then overpatched ruins.

This was the Medrice center. In more precise manner the part of medrice center which was obtained by the Natli family.

The emphasis is in [Was part of it]. Now it can't be say with the same meaning. Because it is really just [was part of it].

Gezrona and the servant arrived to their goal, the residence of the Natli family, or what left of it.

Firefigthers from the otherside of the wall been there already ceasing the fire, cleaning the remaining part of place.

The scenery shocked both Gezrona and the servant. It gave an incredible punch to the servant. He work his life in there, his house and families was there too.

The shocked for Gezrona wasn't that devistating like her traveling companion. It was a mix of suprisement and sadness. She didn't had good memories with the Natli family, not even a get good impression of that family. But it still gived him the sense of grief and despair. Only in that part of Medrice center lived so much hanabak, not just the Natlis.

"Officer.... What happened here?"

Asked Gezrona. It needed for her to snap ot of that loop, also she need to move forward with the case, too.

"We don't know much. The system alarmed us that the wall suffering damage. When we got here the fire consumed the bigger part of the buildings."

One of the firefighter came to Gezrona, answered her question.

"Any survivor?"

"There is no one."

The firefighter pointing to uniformed workers, by the looks of it they are from the city too.

"Who are they?"

Asked Gezrona.

"They are special squad who comes out after when a malfuctioning reactor giving it last punch.

They were at first who came here. They sayed, they didn't find any living survivors"

"Another explosion?"

"Seems like it."

The firefighter noticed Gezrona little friend.

"So, Gezrona who is your little friend?"

"Lagresae ,he is a servant of the house of Natli.

He came in the morning. Saying the head of the Natli's has been killed by girl with fancy cloth, handling a scythe.

By that I and Nagrasiel assume the killing weapon is that scythe."

"Mmmm, this case is escaleting with mere minutes.

What brought you here?"

"The case of murder and the servant. I would liked to asked arround the bystanders and those who lived here. But this option was burn to crisp with the building and several hundred of citizens"

"It's sad that i can't help you with that. Our team had to clean the rumbles off."

A loud whistling sound can be heared at the surrounding area.

Lagresae catch the sound and location. Then suddenly.

"To the floor, immediatly"

With that Lagresae drag down Gezrona and the servant.

*explosion sounds*

"What was that?"

Came out Gezrona confusion

"Stay down.

This is not the end"

Lagresea shout to the others

*whistling sound*

A sudden silence, accompanied with the crackling sounds of the fire.

"Lagresae, say.. what was this?"

"Reactor explosion. Maybe another one of that coal-nautilium one."

"Isn't it prohibited like... 50 years ago?"

"It is banned all over in other cities, not just in Khasalit."

"Then how come there is a growing number of reactor explosion because of those?"

"They banned it, but never replaced those which already existed. The range of Scrapolis, used only coal-nautilium. The others ranges, rims have found themself safer solution for electricity in the earlytimes."

"If we could have atleast the chance to do the same."

"Yeah, but in scrapolis you live what you can salvage."

"Sadly it is true. Lagresea, how many times we need to stay on the floor?"

Lagresae checking the surrondings.

"Okay, it's safe now."

"One other thing, just cause you live IN the city. You know something about that giant creature with black cloak and scythe?"

"That SOMETHING? Some info caught my ear. Mainly that, the Scraphunter outlook can't meddling with that case. They had to give it to Modum Carlium. Plus there was four scraphunter, and a hanaless when that thing showned up."

"That is fascinating, the servant account is passing to this info."

"Huh?"

Lagresea is suprised hearing this

"We talked with Nagrasiel and we came to the conclusion that one of the scraphunter is that one what we search for. The chance is high."

"But never 100."

Cut in quickly Lagresae.

"Those four is the only ones who at close proximity when that happened, they know what happened there, or they could caused it."

"Either way Kralisnev Hensruk captain really want to have a talk with them.

From that day, the guards at the entrance and the inner side of the wall increased, significantly.

Just so they can't go in unnoticed."

"Why is the captain so interested in them?"

"It's his problem, not mine."

...

"Where is the [but]"

Lagresea looks at Gezrona

"There's no [but] 'bout"

"hmmm"

"..."

"..."

"It could be, the captain's reason is the fate, what the rescue team get after meeting with that giant"

"I knew it, there was a [but]"

"Yeah, it was. Just to inform you, this isn't 100% sure to be true.

It just seems like this could have been the reason for it."

Gezrona took out her tele-communicate

"Hey Nagrasiel, I got some infos"

"..."

"Nagrasiel can you hear it."

"..."

The same day, late in the afternoon. The sun is slowly descending to a place which further then the event of the horizon can show us. Bit by bit taking his light with him, to place where the ancients resting their remains, the other side of the planet.

Negrata district, Outer Rim.

Nagrasiel walking toward to this part of the Abadoned Khasalit, The Outer rim.

The Negrata district, is a the poor quarter even, in the place where the richer part, the medricians whos live so closely to the wall, considered as poor. Negrata is as close the open wild nothingness, dotted with the remains of building called Ruinforest, As medrice center to the Sagradia wall.

In Negrata a house is an non-existing idea. Hanabaks are living in tents in that district. Mostly with one or two room.

This is the place where Nagrasiel set his goal. To investigate further in the case.

"... Nagrasi... el.. you... ea. me"

Nagrasiel tele-communicate gave a short sound, like it's the machine is on their way to never work again. After that short but signs of it need to be say good bye his communicate. A female voice can be heared. It is not clear, and definitely packed with radio noise. Somehow Nagrasiel was able to hear out that someone calling out his name.

I'm suprised as well.

Nagrasiel take out his own Tele-communicate.

"...."

The first try was closed with a fail. It give out only this white noise sounding thing

"...."

The second try came with the same result.

"I guess, this won't work here. But how? In the morning it was fine."

Nagrasiel thinking.

"Why wouldn't work this now? Could be that i too far?"

This was the result of a quick though process.

"i guess, i need to walk back a little."

Nagrasiel walk back to Negradil district, neighbour of Negrata and Negrice.

"Now this should work."

He pushed the call starting button on the side of it. That button was a mechanical button, it used to have a small *klakk* sound when pushed.

But not now.

It give out a slighly larger *pakk* sound. Small spark jumping out.

"Ouch, what with this wreck."

"Becareful, Mister. The thing you called a wreck, is a relic"

A citizen, pointed out his comment with an amount of discrete.

"Yes, you are right."

Sayed Nagrasiel with a faint smile.

"It's hard to work with this. Whenever the occasion is serious, and important that i be able to work with it, it is want to kick its final cog."

"These aren't welcoming around those who sold their treasure"

"Huh?! But i could used it in the morning."

The citizen point toward the tele-communicate.

"Then, nothing hinder you to speak with the one you wanted to."

"Okay."

Nagrasiel do another try.

He pushed the call starting button, wait, hoping it won't disintegrate in his hand

*Klakk*

The ordinary sound of the button.

"Nagrasiel, Say your hear me!!!"

"Yes I hear you, Gezrona."

"What happend? I couldn't call you, these machine only gave out white noise"

"Wait"

Sayed Nagrasiel.

While he talk with Gezrona, he took his eyes of that citizen. Now it pop in his mind.

"This is too conventional, Why on the land of Chronokhasio could be something this convetional.

That hanabak, or is really was a hanabak. Why he knowed this much of this [relic], or know why it's doesn't work."

Nagrasiel took a look back, where the helpful citizen was. It's gone.

"What is it, Nagrasiel?"

"A citizen help me, when i came back to Negradil. My telecommunicate didn't work"

"Just like mine."

"He sayed that these calling devices can't work around [who sold their treasure]. I can assume he meant the [Hanalequiem].

"Then, if this is true."

"We already solved one part of the mystery, that huge thing that day was a Hanaless summoning. This is the second phase of the [hanalequiem]. The first is always is the negotiation with a Hanaless."

Then something jump into the whole thought process of Nagrasiel.

"Gezrona go to the city, if you need use the backdoor at the wall. Just don't stay at the Natli's house. If this is true there is another hanalequiem that place"

"Okay"

The call ended

"Sigh, i hoped it isn't a case for this, I know that. This is a case of Hanalequiem corruption. Sigh, they say [hope is free]. But they also say [nothing is free]."

Nagrasiel with a last big sigh. Go for her goal, found the one who got involved in this mess. For now, nothing else just to find it.

The sun accompined Nagrasiel. This two go forward on for his goal, the other for bring another day.

"Maybe tomorrow will be better"

The last thought when the sun finally set down and took hil sunlight with them.