15 Midnight Fooling Classes (1/2)

Some time before midnight, I snuck into Hena's school campus.

The school grounds were as big as a couple of mansions from present-day Earth would be. For a medieval age school, it was certainly quite a big and prestigious place.

That was to be expected though. It was considered one of the most acclaimed institutions in the region. The teachers teaching here were all either extremely able teachers or master of a field related to what they taught. As an obvious example, Tim Jake, one of the most reknowned painters in the region was a teacher of painting here.

And he was also the first to arrive of the two people I had called there.

In fact, he had arrived before I had. As such, when I entered the school building, I came across him.

”Ah, Vilome! You are here.”

”Of course I am.” I said. ”I am surprised that you are here though.”

”Huh? Didn't you call me here? That's what your sister told me.” He asked with a confused face.

”Yes, I did call you, Mr. Jake. However, it's midnight and coming to the school grounds at this hour is against the rules, isn't it?”

I mean, this was basically a break-in.

”Yes, perhaps. But, nothing matters to me more than the safety of my son.” He said, his guilt about breaking the school rules clearly showing on his face.

”Well, about that.” I said as I pointed to an empty classroom nearby. ”There's someone else I have called. We should wait until that person arrives.”

”Yeah, that's fine but couldn't we exchange some theories-”

”Be patient, sir! You have already come this far, what's a few more minutes?” I said and without waiting for an answer, turned to the classroom.

”I ... guess.” He followed after me, noticing a round device in my hand but ignoring it.

To him, who didn't know that his son was already dead, every minute would have seemed far too precious.

I mean, he could have been thinking of the possibilities of Jill being in danger at that very moment and so, having to wait was certainly not something he was very happy to do.

However, you don't become a famous artist without being able to be patient, and while some exceptions always exist, Tim Jake was not one of those exceptions.

For the next five minutes, which I am sure would have felt like five hours to him, he waited patiently, not speaking a single word.

Then, the door to the classroom slid open and a girl entered it.

”There you are!” She said with sparkling eyes while looking at me, almost ignoring Tim. ”You should have told me you were going to be in this classroom. I had to snoop around to find you.”

”It's not like I came here with the intentions to be in this particular room. It just happened to be closest to where I entered the building from.”

I said and got up from the table I was sitting on.

I had arranged those tables and chairs such that we have a big enough free space in the middle of the classroom where we could arrange three seats all at 120-degrees to each other.

And so, doing that, the three of us sat down on those three chairs.

”So,” in order to take charge of the conversation, I spoke before anyone else could. ”we are here to discuss about the sudden disappearance of Jill Jake.”

Hearing that, Tim's expression became extremely focused but Yasmine's shoulders drooped.

”He has disappeared?” She asked.

”Yes, and it happened today.” I said.

”Y-yeah, I saw him heading to your ceremony this morning.” Tim said looking at Yasmine, ”But after that, I haven't seen him and all of his friends and everyone else who knows him seems to have no idea about his whereabouts either.”

”Oh!” Yasmine said, only half-interested.

”So Yasmine, did you see him at your ceremony?” I asked.

”Yes, I did.” And all of a sudden, she answered with complete enthusiasm.

Man, this girl really was infatutated with me!

”When was the last time you saw him?” I questioned.

”Well,” pondering over it for a while, Yasmine said, ”I think it was right before the ceremony started. I saw him among all of my classmates who had come to attend my coming of age ceremony. But, after that moment, even though most of those classmates were there, I don't remember spotting him even once.”

”Is that really the truth?” I ask with an accusing glare.

”Huh? Of course that is the truth. Why would I lie?” She was giving me a confused smile, exactly what I needed.

”I have a theory.” I said. ”And it leads me to believe that you killed him.”

Both of their eyes widened with shock while Tim also got up from his chair and looked at Yasmine with furious eyes.

”Is that true!?” He asked, looking almost ready to murder her.

”It's not, but even if I had killed him, it would have been a good deed.”

Veins popped out of his forehead and he yelled, ”You bitch!”

Yasmine got up from her chair as well and took a fighting stance. However,

”Yasmine, did you really kill him?” I asked her, and she quickly turned to me, denying the accusation.