Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 193 - 192: Finally, the Killer is Known

The commander’s feet felt rooted to the ruined floor as the possibilities of Seiya being the killer became clear. Even when Zero had talked about the possibility of Seiya being the accomplice, he had been the one to shut it off—claiming Seiya to be just an ordinary child.

But now, things weren’t looking the same.

The commander didn’t want to enter the chambers to avoid interrupting Seiya’s sleep, because he wasn’t sure whether or not the reason Seiya talked about not getting any sleep was because his ears were sensitive.

Nevertheless, he needed a bath, and he couldn’t go out looking all battered and covered in blood to use one of the other bathrooms in the other rooms. He might be seen.

Slowly, and as gentle as he could, the commander pushed open the large chamber doors. First, he dipped his head inside, taking a peek. But the room was dimly lit, and the bed was placed deeper into the chambers, so he couldn’t really see Seiya.

Then second, a leg in, then another. Quietly, the commander made his way into his chambers, gathered all the things he needed, and went straight for a shower.

After the shower, the commander dressed himself up, and exited the room, meeting his assistant and the people who were to repair all the damages just outside the room.

Before he left with his assistant, he commanded them to make little to no noise at all. Instructing them to only work with their awakened abilities, to avoid wasting too much time.

The commander and his assistant quietly trailed down the hallway leading to his office, his demeanor calm and composed. But even when that had always been his regular self—calm and composed—there was a bit of a difference, a sense of something different his assistant couldn’t quite put a grasp on, but he noticed.

He wanted to question the commander about it, whether he had any worries or issues at hand, but the commander’s rigid face made it hard to even speak to him.

They got to the office and the commander made his way around, took off his thick jacket, and took his seat.

Instead of asking for updates as always and demanding his schedule and tasks for the day be brought to him, the commander remained silent—head rested back on his chair, and deep in thoughts.

Unsettled by the tension in the room, and put off by the commander’s eerie silence, the assistant initiated a conversation instead.

"It’s almost time for breakfast, should I go wake him?" He asked, referring to Seiya who still hadn’t woken up.

This immediately drew the commander’s attention, snapping his head toward his assistant.

"No, just let him get enough sleep," he replied.

Feeling the commander had been so against waking Seiya up ever since he came to find him all wounded and dying, the assistant sensed something fishy about this.

Why was the commander so against waking Seiya up? Did he do something? Was he, after all, involved in all this?

The assistant pondered.

"Alright. And what about you? No breakfast today as well?" He asked, peering intently at the commander as if daring him to say yes.

The commander averted his gaze, a slow, tense chuckle escaping him. That alone was enough response to the assistant.

"Until you die of ulcer instead of your illness," the assistant commented, bitter. In response, the commander simply laughed it off.

The next second, however, the commander returned to his cold, rigid demeanor, putting on his work face.

Looking up to his assistant, he asked. "Any news about Im Seun going to the village?"

"None for now."

"Why’s that? I told him we cannot afford to delay the villagers’ supplies anymore. And that he needs to take down the barrier, so why the delay?"

"He said they had some more things to take care of before they properly settle within the association," the assistant said.

"Things to take care of? Wasn’t he the one who said they had handled everything and settled here already?"

"It appeared he still had one or two things to handle."

"It appears to me he’s trying to delay the matters of the village," the commander stated sternly.

Sighing, the commander leaned forward, resting his weight on the desk.

Can I really do this? The commander thought to himself, the weight of the situation and the possibility that had risen regarding Seiya, weighing heavily on him.

But I have to, if I want to find out the truth. I can’t just straight up ask him about it...or can I? He’s awfully straightforward and honest so he might actually just spill the truth.

No, I don’t think he’d be willing to talk about this. He doesn’t even want to talk about his eyes.

I guess I have no choice then. I’ll be hurting that boy but…..

The commander straightened up from his resting position, turning to his assistant.

"I am not quite sure but the probability of that boy—Seiya—coming here to ask for food is high," he began quietly. "Once he comes in here, I want you to get me that boy, Beni."

The assistant gazed at the commander with a puzzled face, silently questioning why.

"Make sure not to fall behind as that boy barely spends any time here. The moment he comes in, you immediately bring Beni in," the commander instructed with stern authority.

"Yes!"

The commander exhaled aloud, relaxing his stiff muscles.

"Get me everything I need to work on now, I’m ready."

The commander commenced his work for the day, a bit distracted, but he was getting things done.

A bit into noon, Seiya awoke and did come to the office to demand his breakfast like the commander had predicted. The moment he walked in, the commander met eyes with his assistant and he immediately left to carry out the instruction.

Before Seiya, the commander’s heart pounded a bit harder—not that he was scared of him, but because he was unsettled after seeing how ruthless a young child like him could be.

"Are you here to ask for your breakfast?" The commander asked, his head tilted with a bright smile on his lips.

"Mn," Seiya replied simply, his gaze fixed on the commander.

Knowing what he had planned, the commander’s heart pounded nervously. One, because he was anticipating what he would find out. And second, he was nervous that Seiya might catch up should he attempt to buy time by delaying him.

But all those were useless. Whether or not he perfectly masked his concerns, whether or not he became the perfect actor, Seiya could detect everything merely by the beat of the heart.

Seiya’s gaze remained fixed on the commander, eerily silent which unsettled the commander.

"W-well, you can go," the commander grinned awkwardly, a bead of cold sweat sliding down his cheek. "I’ll have my assistant bring you your food."

However, Seiya didn’t budge. He remained gazing at the commander, standing firm before him. And under his unnerving gaze, the commander was deeply unsettled.

After a moment, Seiya finally spoke up again. His voice cold and distant. "What did you do?"

The commander’s eyes slowly tore open, evidently shocked. But before the moment could stretch any further, the assistant entered with the boy—drawing both Seiya and the commander’s attention.

The moment the boy, Beni, set eyes on Seiya, his muscles locked up, his body trembling with wobbling legs that almost gave out. But he held himself up, remembering Seiya’s words about not being there for him.

However, the fear Seiya had instilled in him was far too deep that he couldn’t help but react with such fear before Seiya—confirming the commander’s suspicions.

"He is the killer," the commander breathed in a whisper, eyes wide with shock.