After getting out of the taxi, the three of them carefully checked their surroundings.
They saw few people walking with nothing in their hand. Some of them had their heads low while some of them looked at the sky.
Komaru saw little children standing near one of the buildings in the area.
Infront of the trio stood the Corken house of Forgen Young, the 13 year cripple who made contact with an evil god.
Corken houses referred to the type of houses which are usually built similar to the houses in Corkan era, which was during the time period of year 766-781.
The ruler of Grazinas Empire, Corkan, had built a house with black walls which was shaped like a Cork for his beloved wife Mistina.
From then on, it became a symbol of pure love.
Komaru carefully looked at his surroundings once again. He felt an eerie breeze which gave him goosebumps.
Its really weird. According to the information we have, Forgen Young has made contact with an evil god, but till now, I haven't seen any signs of it. Is it that the ritual did not affect the surroundings?
As Komaru raced his mind, Ryota signalled him and Milena to enter the house.
Ryota went up and knocked the door. Waiting for a few moments, he knocked again, but got no answer.
After knocking again, a shrill and strange voice questioned, "W-who is it?"
Ryota replied, "We are from the police department looking over Matalop. We are here to inform you about your father."
Hearing Ryota's words, the shrill voice replied, "Ah...I see. Here, please enter."
The door was opened, and a young boy came into the trio's view.
He was around 165 centimetres, and had wooden prosthetics for his legs.
He had short brown hair and black raven eyes, a small nose and lips, and had frickles on his nose. His skin was yellowish-brown, and he had dark circles under his eyes.
This was Forgen Young, Harry Young's only child and the kid who made contact with an evil god.
"P-please enter. My name is Forgen Young. P-pleased to meet you." His voice was still extremely shrill.
Komaru and Milena looked at Ryota. Ryota nodded and the trio entered the house.
As he entered, Komaru saw that the walls were painted black, and the furniture was of decent quality.
"Dont think about the taxi driver." said Ryota suddenly, in a very low voice.
"Hmm." Milena replied.
Komaru looked at them, confused. Ryota shook his head and said, "Ignore what I said."
The three of them sat on the three chairs present there, meanwhile Forgen Young sat on the fourth chair near the fireplace.
"Where is your grandmother?" asked Milena.
"Ah..."she" is still sleeping in the room over there." Forgen said as he pointed his fingers towards the room.
"She"... Komaru thought.
The three of them looked at the room. They sensed a faint scent of horse meat coming from the room.
"We are here to inform you about your father...well, he is dead." Ryota said with a blunt tone.
Forgen's face had a look of surprise, but he quickly went normal, and smiled.
"I see...he's finally dead eh?" Forgen replied.
The fuck? Is this the reaction of a child hearing about his father's death? If I were in his shoes, I would have atleast showed a little bit of grief! Komaru could not help but feel suspicious.
"Thats why we are here to question you-no, question your 'grandmother'." Ryota smirked.
Milena gave Ryota a surprised glance, but quickly went back.
Huh? Am I missing something? What was there to be surprised about? Aren't we here to question them anyway? But the way Ryota put emphasis on his 'grandmother'...
Komaru was confused. He did not understand why Ryota and Milena were behaving this way. From the way Ryota said not to worry about the taxt driver, to him putting weird emphasis on the grandmother, he did not understand.
""She" is sleeping, don't you fucking understand?" Forgen lashed out in anger.
Milena looked at Ryota. Seeing him nod, she quickly stood up from her chair and kicked the kid.
The kid's prosthetic legs flew out, and he fell on the floor, his face showing a devious look.
"Komaru! Quickly come here and hold this kid's arms!" Milena shouted at Komaru.
Komaru, still being confused, did as he was told.
He firmly held the kid's arm, while Milena pressed the kid's head to the ground.
While Komaru held the kid's arm, he couldn't help but notice a small symbol on his right arm.
The symbol consisted of two fingers and below the two fingers, a word was written in a language unknown to Komaru.
"There's a strange symbol on his right arm. Ryota, come take a look!" Komaru shouted.
Ryota got up from his seat and bent down to take a look at the kid's arm.
The kid seeing Ryota approach him, started shaking violently, desperately trying to get out of Komaru's grip.
Ryota grabbed his right arm and took a look.
"STOP. PLEASE DON'T DO IT. YOU WILL GET KILLED TOO." The kid shouted desperately, but Ryota ignored him.
He said Ryota will die "too"...does that mean anyone who takes a look at this symbol will die? But why wouldn't he tell me that aswell?
"Heh, I see. So its the tattoo of the Fiend...no wonder you thought I would die." Ryota said and smiled.
The kid spat at Ryota's arm.
Ryota was angry.
He grabbed the kid's hair, and punched him in his face. He then started slapping him mercilessly.
"Sob...please...stop...I beg y-you." The kid begged, his voice barely audible.
"What did you say? I can't hear you, fucking crippled bitch. Then you wonder why you get bullied. There is a reason why your grandma is retarded." Ryota continued slapping the kid, until he lost consciousness.
Even after he lost consciousness, Ryota continued slapping him.
Komaru stood up and grabbed Ryota's arms, and said, "Hey. Stop that."
Ryota replied, "You are right. Sorry, I got angry. Anyways, this cripple is under the control of the Fiend. We have to get out of this neighborhood as soon as possible."
"The Fiend? Who's that?" Komaru asked.
"No time for irrelevant questions! Let's get out of here!" Milena said.
How is it irrelevant? Why do they hide so much information from me?
"Okay, but what about Forgen and his grandmother? Shouldn't we deal with them since they are under the Fiend's control?" Komaru asked once again.
"Leave them here for now. We will come back to deal with them in the future. But first, we need to get out of here." Ryota replied.
But suddenly, loud bangings on the main door started to happen. Through the window, a large crowd was visible.
"Oh shit! They are here, we need to do something." Milena shouted.
Suddenly, she closed her eyes and started to chant something.
"Wic las tu heigh tor-" Before she could finish, she was interrupted by Ryota.
"Don't do it. I can't be bothered to deal with her right now."
"But without her, we can't get out of here. They are all under the Fiend's control. Milena looked worried.
"We have to take the kid and his grandmother as hostages. Komaru, go to that room and beat up the grandmother and bring her here." Ryota pointed to the room where the grandmother was sleeping.
"What? You want me to beat her up? Oh nah, I can't do that. Milena, please beat her up in my stead."
"Oh my god Komaru just do as he says. Are you worried about that old woman? She has become the Fiend's puppet. We have to kill her in the future anyway." Milena argued back.
The loud bangings continued. Some people started breaking the windows and tried getting inside.
These people got their stomachs pierced by broken glass in the process, but they ignored the wounds and continued getting inside.
The door was broken, and the crowd rushed inside towards the trio.
Everyone in the crowd had one of their eyeballs gauged out. Some of them had only a single leg, some had a single arm while some had blood flowing from their ears or stomach.
"What the hell..." Komaru had a shiver run down through his spine.
Instincts kicked in, and he started running towards the other side of the house, where the grandmother was sleeping.
Milena ran alongside Komaru, meanwhile Ryota quickly grabbed Forgen and took out a pen from his pocket and held it near Forgen's neck.
In threatening voice, he said, "Don't come any further, or he dies."
The crowd stopped in their place, a horrified look covered their faces.
"Arghhhh! Leave "him". Do not harm "him"." A lady from the crowd started screaming.
Following her, everyone started screaming. They grabbed their hair and started ripping them apart. Some of them pierced their skin on their face with their fingers and tore it apart.
It was a gruesome and a scene filled with gore. These people were like zombies, whose lives were no longer in their own hands.
"Haha. I like that. I like that. Now please stay where you are, stupid fucking zombies." Ryota laughed. He brought the pen closer to Forgen's neck.
Meanwhile, inside the grandmother's room.
Komaru reached the room first, following him, Milena also came quickly.
Komaru saw that there was no bed in the room, infact, there was not a single furniture in the room.
In the middle of the room lay an altar. The altar was surrounded by eyeballs, legs and arms.
On top of the altar was an old woman sleeping with her black eyes open. She was very short and had no hair. Her entire skin had black spots indicating that her skin was decaying.
Komaru felt disgusted looking at the altar. But soon after, this feeling of disgust was suppressed.
Its a good thing that my Cultural Adaptability is working. Otherwise I might have threw up at he spot.
He went up to the altar, grabbed the old woman's arm and dragged her with him.
Milena took out a small bottle from her pocket and went up to the altar.
Komaru looked at her in confusion. "Its a suppression liquid. You can't sense it but this altar is oozing off an evil aura. This liquid will help suppress it."
Komaru nodded. Milena opened the lid and poured down the liquid. It was a glowing red liquid which gave out a faint smell of flowers.
After finishing that, she threw the bottle away and went down the altar.
She held the old woman's legs and started dragging her along with Komaru.
"Once we are done with this shit, please teach me more about rituals and symbols." Komaru asked.
"Of course. But you need to do me a favour." Milena replied.
"Oh sure. What is it?"
"You have to help me do shopping."
Can't you do it yourself? Komaru held back the urge to facepalm.