Reincarnated in a Shounen Manga - Chapter 54

Chapter 54 - Difference In Intelligence

As I was following Dalia, she suddenly stopped and looked around.

Had I been discovered? The psycho types always had that crazy sixth sense, like a feral animal.

My heart beat like an engine, and I could taste the tension in the air. Nervous thoughts ravaged my mind.

I didn't want to fight her.

She dragged her hand across her face as if scratching it. But as soon as she did so, Ord manifested on her face. She created a mask that looked like a sack with two eyeholes. Where her mouth should have been, there were only stitches.

Was she a Creator? That's interesting. She always struck me more like a Warrior. Her using daggers always implied that.

Walking amongst the slums, she waited outside a Casino. Delia didn't stay at the entrance but more at the building next to the Casino, where she could keep a perfect eye on things.

Why was she doing this? Was she waiting for someone?

Whatever it was, then I was going to figure it out. Also, she seemed to be using her ability. Learning her special ability would be useful, no matter how the situation developed. A battle between special ability users was a battle of information.

A man approached her. Since I was observing her from one of the rooftops quite far away, I couldn't hear what they were saying.

She smiled and mentioned for the man to follow her into the alley. The man blushed and followed along with a foolish smile.

Delia came out with a bloody knife, not even a second after she went in.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what she had done. She had just killed someone and seemed nonchalant about it.

..

After almost an hour of waiting, a man wearing a golden yellow suit stumbled out of the casino.

Delia didn't even wait a second longer and threw a knife, which hit the yellow-suited man right in the eye, causing the tip of the knife to come out of the back of his skull.

"Ahhh!"

"W -Who did that?!"

People panicked and ran away. While Delia just put her hands in her pockets and casually walked off. She took out a piece of paper. I couldn't see its contents due to distance. I didn't have the chance to approach her, as she put the paper away quite quickly.

Next, she went down the red light district with many scantily clad women. Due to her choice of clothing crop top and short jeans that looked almost like short boxers, Delia didn't stand out.

She walked around, and finally, her gaze stopped on a man with golden teeth, a purple fedora, and a cane with an emerald embedded in it.

He seemed to be screaming at one of the adult workers of the night, taking some of her money. But whatever he was about to say, he didn't finish. The tip of a knife suddenly came out of his eye. A knife had gone hilt-deep on the back of his skull.

The lady of the night screamed in panic. Once again, Delia walked away without a worry in the world. She was whistling some cheery song.

It was kind of irritating how she wasn't revealing any kind of special ability. All I learned until now was that she was good at throwing knives.

But she didn't stop there; this time, she went to a quieter part of the slums.

Actually, calling it slums would be wrong. As while there were broken-down houses, they were all abandoned. The smell of filth permeated through the place, and rats squeaked.

In the middle of the wreckage of abandoned houses stood a big mansion with broken windows and fences.

There were some guards with crossbows at the front gate.

As Delia approached. They pointed their crossbows at her.

Since the place was abandoned, I could hear what they were saying.

"Stop right there, woman!"

"Stop, or we will shoot!"

Before they could spout out any more threats, two knives dug into their throats. Blood spewed out, and the guards fell dead.

What happened next could only be described as a massacre. Screams were rare to come out of people, as Delia was good enough to kill them before they screamed.

There was something about this that made my skin crawl.

Was she hunting these people down for sport?

If one was a normal person or weak, life had no value. It's almost maddening how an Ultimate Class Demon could just come and wipe me out just by taking a breath.

"Ahhh! No! No! I will give you whatever you want! Do you want money?! I have a lot of money! I can give you all the money I have!" Said an old man with slicked-back gray hair.

Delia didn't have blood on her as she walked out of the mansion. She stared at the mafia guy and chuckled. "You keep offering me just money. People who have only money in this world are quite sad. So I will relieve you of your misery."

After saying that, Ord gathered around her body in a protective aura. So she had a Warrior affinity too. A hybrid affinity of Warrior and Creator. Quite a strong combination.

With a swift mission, she blitzed past the mafia man.

"Huh?" The man was confused for a second before his head slipped off his neck.

As soon as that happened, a chill ran down my spine. It was as if my body was telling me; a predator had appeared.

The next second, a stream of Ord burst out of Delia. Her inner energy was red and full of malice.

Ord was a representative of what and who a person was. Special Abilities often reflect the person's mentality and struggles through life.

Seeing such malicious Ord, I froze in place. Making sure to suppress my own Ord as much as possible so that she won't notice.

It was like seeing a different side of Delia. The original Kon didn't know just how strange she was. Since he grew up with her and assumed her behavior was normal.

Delia liked dismembering bugs and seeing how long they lived. That could be put as some child's curiosity, as she didn't know any better.

Kon remembered when she was ten years old and he was only six. She killed a cat by chopping its head off with a knife and burying the cat. At the time, she smiled at Kon and told him that cats had nine lives, so she would come back to life.

Whether it was my previous world or this one, cruelty to animals was strange behavior. Despite the mask of normality she put on, Delia was an abnormal person.

As soon as it came, the malicious Ord disappeared, and Delia started walking back toward the direction of the inn.

It was as if all that happened lasted only a second and was part of my imagination. I quickly rushed from rooftop to rooftop to try and get back to the inn before her.

But as soon as I jumped a couple of houses, a raindrop fell on my nose. Immediately, I rushed faster, and a downpour began.

Shit!

..

By the time I arrived at the inn, I was soaked.

I needed to change clothes before Delia returned. Or else-

"Where were you?" A hand on my shoulder stopped me from going to my room

Turning around, Paris' cold eyes peered into mine. It was right then and there that I knew things wouldn't play at all according to plan.

"I was just walking about. Exploring the place," I gave a vague answer.

"Really?" Her eyes narrowed. "Then tell me what places you visit. Their names specifically, and what you bought."

Shit! Shit! Shit! She's too cautious! No matter what I told her, she would probably double-check.

I shrugged my shoulder, pushing her hand away from it. "I was just walking about. Who would remember the name of every shop they visited? This is also my first time here. If you're suspicious, you can just ask the locals."

No street vendor would remember every one of their customers. My facial features are also so plain that my description would fit many people. Thankfully I didn't have streaks of purple in my hair.

"Hmmm, is that so?"

"Yes, it is," I turned to look at her. She was also drenched in rain. Well, now it was a good time to deflect. "What about you? Where have you been?"

"Investigating the crime scene," she answered without missing a beat. "In the third center, to the Cocoon Jackets Shop. I asked the vendors many questions about a kidnapping a week ago. So they should remember me if you ask them."

So she was investigating. I could have guessed that. Her overpowered ability had some nasty conditions it needed to fulfill. The stronger an ability, the stronger the restrictions were.

The limitation on her abilities were some of the strictest I knew of. But at the same time, the effects of her ability were some of the strongest.

"By the way, when I asked you the first question. Why did your pulse rise?" She showed me her hand. "When I put my hand on your shoulder, I could feel your heartbeat."

Damn it! I'm screwed!

"So, care to explain why your heart was beating so fast when I asked you where you had been?" Paris' eyes turned cold. "What did that fastened heartbeat mean? Were you nervous?"

You already knew the answer, you bitch. I hate smart characters!