Brandon had now adopted an unseen goal: to pursue truth and punishment. He would call this Revenge, but for the time being, he preferred to avoid bloodshed as much as possible. He wasn't a soldier anymore; in this world, he needed a license to kill, which he currently did not have, at least not yet.
He had recollections of what magic may accomplish in this world, but for the time being, he had produced a disturbance, so Joseph had brought him to a tiny seat when he awoke and said that he was already there, which caused some cops to sigh tiredly when he told them this.
Brandon calmed down as he took in the views of the nostalgic place, which appeared to be a hidden agency rather than the police.
As Cormac conversed with the owl-headed man, one of the officers started filling Brandon's plastic cup with water.
Brandon sat with Joseph, sipped the water bitterly, and his tears lingered. He sighed and inquired:
"What is this place?"
Joseph smiled back, adding:
"Classified No. 25." Also known as the Enforcement Guild.
"The Enforcement Guild is a group of guilds from across the country that work in our free city.
It includes the police, hunters, adventurers, and bounty hunters, combining the guilds into one powerful guild, however, the police have more authority because we are the law and protectors of peace.
"Or I was told to say that crap in my contract and NDA," remarked Joseph, looking at the broad space where people of all shapes and sizes were walking and working in a mundane way to how an office side of a business works.
The males and females were working on their computers, benches with people sitting and waiting for their turn to report a crime, and a large screen that showed weekly and monthly wanted criminals in the free cities, which were now being hoarded by some people dressed strangely and carrying weapons or placing them in holders such as guns and swords.
The space was so large that Brandon was reminded of Men in black the alien film. He felt a little relieved when his thoughts were interrupted by a tower in the center of the area with a dome showing windows; it appeared to be a visible higher office similar to the one Agent Z had in the film.
Brandon drank the water without complaining about the bitter taste in his throat. He wiped his tears with the sleeve of his jacket, but before he could, he noticed a tissue being handed to him.
"Here you go," Joseph pointed to the sleeve, as he shook his head.
Brandon took it and wiped away his tears; he noticed Cormac swiftly tilting his head to Joseph, who nodded in response.
"Let me guess, follow me"
Joseph added:
"Good eyes kid, you would make a great officer with that intuition at hand"
Brandon stood up and followed Joseph, avoiding contact with the mass traffic at this location. He was escorted into a room with a steel door and within was a metal table with two chairs on either end. Cormac motioned for Brandon to take a seat on the opposite end, away from the door.
'They are practical and meticulous, just like any fed would be,' Brandon observed calmly, his face neutral and devoid of any smile.
Brandon was often very careful when he was done with the military and cutting links with his family; he had left his dialect and chosen an accent that made him seem less like himself and more like a foreigner getting to know America. Brandon sat down in the chair and asked:
"No cuffs huh"
Cormac lifted his eyebrow:
"You came willingly as a suspect, not as an uncooperative person, hence the cuffs were unnecessary to begin with owing to the circumstances. Okay, let me begin. My name is Detective Cormac, and I will be questioning you today concerning the death of your friend Axel Siegfret. Mr. Wilson, will you give me the truth according to the law that you may have learned from watching cop shows and reading books et Creta blah, etc? I'll simply cut to the chase. "What is your relationship with Axel Siegfret?" He eventually asked.
"Business partner"
Cormac asked again.
"What was business that you and Axel were involved with?"
Brandon chuckled in thinking before replying:
"We are robin hoods"
"Robin Hoods!" Cormac inquired in confusion.
"Never mind, it's just something long forgotten word, don't mind it" Brandon inwardly added, "Maybe it's not popular in this world or doesn't exist."
"Alright I will ask"
Cormac asked, his gaze now focused on Brandon's eyes:
"Did you get involved with Agent 6?"
"Yes," answered Brandon.
"Do you know an executive does?"
"Only our handler, Mr. Kin"
"The laundry man"
"Yes"
WWereyou ever involved in their money laundering?"
"Nope"
"Good, were you aware that Agent 6 is a criminal organization?"
"Yes"
"Were you Mr. Wilson and Mr. Siegfret aware that were helping out a criminal organization?"
"No"
That caught Cormac off surprise as he gazed at the glass mirror with a tinge of anticipate on his wrinkled face, but he shrugged it off and asked:
"Did you lie about being an executive of Agent 6?"
"I am not an executive"
"Alright, Were you, Mr. Wilson, a spotter for Agent 6?"
Brandon took a minute to respond, and he mentioned something that most didn't examine his file for:
"No, I wasn't"
Cormac's eyebrows twitched slightly. He took a breath to calm himself down throughout the interview and pretended he wasn't the interrogator. Brandon grinned and asked, pointing to the glass.
"Your partner and some lie detector factor users are inside that room over there, am I correct?"
Cormac expressed himself stoically:
"No, now back to the topic"
Brandon smiled mockingly at the mirror, waving his hand and blowing a kiss, ignoring Brandon's gesture.
Cormac still raised questions about Brandon's relationship with Agent 6.
But whenever he believed Brandon was lying, he simply ignored it. A subtle, imperceptible twitch of Cormac's brow was a warning sign that he was not getting the information he required.
Brandon guessed that his earlier blander was both correct and incorrect; there was a lie detector, but he wasn't outside this room, but they were.
Brandon was still perplexed as to how his factor was triggered; he had come up with telltale signs of serious queries when Cormac mentioned the name Mr. Wilson or the water he had consumed.
Since they required his parents' or his express consent, he excused the water idea.
Some officers would have poisoned him without his permission because they saw him as a monster despite his ID and citizenship.
Almost immediately, he realized that his body would reject any substance due to the remnant of the curse body's activation because it was a curse, and he noted that anything that entered his body was food and would be converted into nutrients for the body. So, he didn't worry at all.
And the consequences of digestion were about to take over; perhaps an apple would appear on his stomach again, which he prayed wouldn't happen. Brandon now believed Cormac was using his name, and he was certain that the lie detector would not work on him for one reason... he was not Mr. Wilson at all, but a transmigrator with a different name.
After a while, Brandon was asked this question:
"Were you the pedestrian who caused a hole in the next district to your suburbia?"
"Yes it was me and I caused it as a form of self-defense"
"Were you also the pedestrian described as having no limbs as one of the people we interviewed stated he was just a potato?" Cormac asked, flipping a page to read out what the person had said and waiting for Brandon's response.
Brandon said, "Yes, I was"
"Mr. Wilson, what is your relationship to Wight who was seen attempting to eat you?"
"None, no relationship that I am aware of"
"How did you get your arms back?"
Brandon smiled and added:
"I can't say, even I was still confused as to what happened as well"
Cormac's brow did not quiver like the previous time he inquired, his wrinkled face showing signs of exhaustion.
"Oh, one more question and we will be done, Was the person anAgentt 6 member?"
"Not just any Agent 6 member. "This is one of the suspects in the murder of Axel."
Cormac did not appear surprised at all. His eye was now ringed by black circles as if he had stayed up all night. He nodded for the mirror behind Brandon, indicating that he was finished and didn't need anything, and two officers appeared, guided, and went with Brandon, leaving Cormac alone.
Cormac then supported his sleepy head with his palm while yawning. Joseph opened the door, followed by the man with the owl head, who held three cups of coffee.
The owl man then inquired:
"Was the Husk lying?"
Joseph looked at him, and before he could say anything else, Cormac burst out laughing, hitting the table with his fist and chuckling as if he had only learned the joke the day before. He added, wiping away a tear of laughter:
"He didn't lie that much"
"Wait, but you asked the questions that may force anyone with a connection to Agent 6 to reveal the truth. "You are the only person with a lie detection factor that detects lies from even the organization's executives; HOW CAN THAT HUSK BYPASS THE ABILITY?" He shouted.
Joseph considered for a bit before answering:
"Unless he is not Mr. Wilson"
Cormac exclaims:
"Elaborate"
"It's not much to say, maybe he has a multiple personality disorder"
"It could be, but something still makes this situation kind of strange" responded Cormac.
"What is it, then?" said the Owl Man, who was slightly agitated.
"Boy is engaging; he revealed the truth about the task he accomplished. The instant he lied made me think differently about my abilities."
"Oh yeah, what is that?"
Cormac smiled even as his expression darkened.
"My talent works on people in my class, regardless of race; I believe that youngster surpassed my ability without possessing a factor. "He is either a higher class being or simply an innocent person."
"I guess the recoil was a little tiring; here you go," Joseph replied as he handed Cormac coffee.
The owl guy explained:
"Marriage changed someone heh"
"Not a word," Joseph remarked, with a hint of attack in his tone.