Jason arrived at the scene at noon the next day, just as the weather cleared, and the Hibernian mansion in front of him had already been destroyed in a great fire.
"You're here," said the chief of police, nodding at Jason—this young man's family had recently suffered an incident, and he understood, so even though Jason was late, he wasn't going to say anything.
If he had scolded him at this time, the Honor Department (which managed retired soldiers) would probably have come to invite him for tea.
"Yes, Chief, it looks like it has been completely burned down, was it a fire?"
"The bodies wouldn't agree with that. Come, Jason," the Chief said, moving toward the building that was now unrecognizable from the fire.
They stopped at the position outside the main gate, where the hired laborers were clearing the rubble and carrying out bodies.
Jason, following behind the Chief, frowned when he saw the bodies: "Bodies of fear-faeries?"
