I Am The Only Witch Hunter-Chapter 312: The Culprit

Siderius pushed the door to Oriana’s house open. He stood under the moonlight. It cast his long shadow on the empty hallway.

Siderius asked himself, "Is it a specter? Is it a witch? What could be the culprit behind the disappearances of a singer?"

The hunter walked inside. His hand scraped on the dusty table, collecting dust onto his hand. No one had been here for a while. He turned to the entrance door and squatted down.

The lock was pristine. No sign of force entry.

He stood up again and ventured deeper into the house. All the curtains had been closed tight. They all looked to the main street outside.

Siderius stood at a window and opened the curtain lightly. He could see the opposite house clearly from here.

The hunter backed off and checked Oriana’s kitchen. Rotten food in the cabinets. Spices that were a few weeks old, still usable. He opened the dish cabinet.

Everything was inside, untouched. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Siderius closed everything. His boots made a weird sound when walked past a certain area on the floor of the kitchen.

The hunter squatted down and touched the floor. The surface of the wood was scraped off by an unknown material, forcefully.

Siderius went into Oriana’s bedroom. She had a large bed in red with thin curtains hanging around in a square. There was a cover at the far side of the room, saving only for her to change clothes.

Siderius approached the window again and lifted up the curtain. He could see the opposite house from here. His eye level was at the second floor of that house.

Siderius turned back and looked at the thin paper cover. Then he turned to the window.

The hunter left the spot and checked Oriana’s wardrobe. It was empty. Nothing was left. Even the hangers.

He scanned the wardrobe, touching all its corners to check for hidden compartments. There it was, a small drawer built inside the wardrobe.

Siderius pushed it open. Two small doors snapped wide, revealing a key hole.

The hunter took his gloves off and caressed the keyhole gently. It was a low quality lock made with the wardrobe, not a custom job.

Siderius took out his hunter knife and slammed it into the crevice that the keyhole was inside. He broke the lock and carved out the keyhole.

The drawer was opened. Inside were countless silver coins. One that a singer must save all her life to have.

Siderius poured all of it into a pouch and kept it in his chest. "I hope she is still alive to get this back."

The white hunter sat down on her bed. He closed his eyes and sniffed, taking in the smell of the room.

The gentle smell of a woman mixed with the aroma of powder and make up. Other than that, there was also something else. Something that didn’t belong to a woman.

Siderius turned to the bed and scanned. He pulled the blanket over.

It was as white as new. But there was something wrong with it.

The hunter flipped the cover over. On the other side of the bed sheet was a small drop of blood.

The sequence of what happened flashed in Siderius’ mind.

Oriana was cooking in the kitchen then someone grabbed her from behind. They muffled her mouth so she couldn’t scream.

The metal part of her heel scraped over the wooden floor, creating that uneven spot. She was pulled to the bedroom and here, she was violated.

"But why didn’t anyone hear anything?" Siderius asked himself.

He looked to the floor all around. His red eyes lit up a little as he saw the corner of the table shined.

Siderius approached the low table and touched the corner.

His Blood Vision saw a spot of blood on it that was cleaned away.

The culprit slammed her head at the table and knocked her unconscious before raping her. That was why she didn’t make any noise.

"The chance of her surviving is slowly dropping." Siderius mumbled.

The hunter took out a small bell in his pocket. He closed his eyes and rang the bell.

In his head, the noise travelled through the space of the room, mapping out its interior layout in his head thanks to the Echolocation. Siderius kept his eyes closed and walked. He rang his bell slowly, letting the sound wave fill the house as he went.

The map of the house was very similar to how he saw it with his eyes.

But then, a group of soundwaves disappeared when it reached the hallway entrance.

Siderius approached that spot and rang the bell again. Those sound waves went under the floorboards and mapped out a hidden pathway beneath.

Siderius opened his eyes and put his bell away. He looked down to the floorboards for a few seconds before squatting down and punching straight through it.

The hunter threw the floorboard to the side, revealing a hidden pathway.

"I see you." Siderius mumbled.

Why did no one see Oriana leave? Because she never did. Not through the front door of that busy street.

Siderius jumped down the hole. His pupils expanded as his Dark Vision activated.

"Is she down here?" The woman from before spoke. She was behind him.

"Probably." Siderius answered.

"She can finally be rescued." The woman smiled.

"Don’t get your hopes up. We might find her. Or we might find her corpse." Siderius said.

The woman stayed silent.

Siderius continued on the hidden pathway until he reached a stone door. He knocked on the door and tried to push it.

It was no use. Whoever on the other side had blocked this thoroughly and sealed it tight.

The Silver Hawk appeared on Siderius’ back. The hunter thrusted the Strong Steel through the stone. It cut through it like it cut wood.

After a few more strikes, Silver Hawk dissected the stone door into several pieces, revealing the hallway behind.

"We’re here." Siderius said. But the woman didn’t answer.

He stepped out onto another hallway, this one was much less ’grandeur’ and luxurious like Oriana’s house.

The White Hunter continued to walk as he soon understood where he was. The house was filled with a disgusting smell and odor. This was a house of a gong farmer, those that dug out human waste in privies and transported it outside the town.

Siderius quickly spotted the man that was responsible for all of this. He was pushing a waste cart inside the yard when Siderius pushed the door open.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" The man blurted out.

Siderius raised his hand and clenched into a fist. "I am your reckoning."

He punched the gong farmer in the nose.