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CHAPTER 17

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The silence was really awkward, as they walked to Hyde Park, London for the conversation.

She just dropped something really heavy, kill her father? What in the hell did he do to her to want him dead?

Sitting on a bench at the inner side of the park so that no mundane people were nearby, he casted a notice-me-not and a silencing ward around them, so they were not disturbed and overheard by the mundane.

"... So, care to explain?"

She had a hesitant face before nodding, telling the story of a young girl.

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Back when she was young, her family lived happily and wealthy.

Her father was in the top ranks of millionaires in America, when her mother met him in the streets while she was trying to get a coffee for the first time in the mundane. That sparked their relationship and after a few more years of hanging out together, she told the truth.

Her mother was a Veela, and she was a witch.

That, instead of pushing him away, made him even more interested in her and after a while, they got married and had her.

Things were going amazingly when suddenly, at the age of 7, disaster struck.

When she was going to the toilet at midnight in their summer vacation house, she heard her mother scream.

Quickly running, she opened the door to her father and mother's room to stare at her father stabbing a knife into her stomach.

"M-Mom?"

Her father glanced at her when she instinctively muttered, before he started to laugh.

His laughter was as akin to a maniac finally getting what he wanted. He wanted her mother dead for a long time, and finally when her guard was down, he struck.

The young girl just stood there, still as a statue, watching her mother's soulless eyes drip a tear onto the ground as her father removed the knife from her mother's stomach with a sickening splurt of blood leaking from the knife's blade.

Getting up from the bed, her father walked towards her with the knife in his hand, his hands shaking as he took another step closer to her. Another one. And another one until he was a few feet from her.

Her fight or flight instincts kicked in as she started running, as fast as she could, to her room before locking it shut.

By the time she knew it, it was already morning, and her father had a fake sorrow face on when he led the mundane police to her dead corpse, with his hand tightly on her shoulders.

After the funeral through cremation, she was sent to Canada with a maid and a guard along with a hefty monthly allowance of $20,000.

That was when she, as an innocent girl, asked Charles who was her guard.

How can she kill her father?

Charles who was loyal to her started training her and taking care of her, promising that she will achieve her goal.

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Tears dropped from her eyes as she recollected what happened, as she conjured a handkerchief to wipe them away.

"So, that's about it, Wick."

She gave him a sorrow filled smile before looking up in the sky.

"He laughed. Laughed when he killed my mother. So Merlin help me, I will kill him with my bare hands."

She said with anger flowing through her veins, clenching her fist tightly to the point that the skin on her palm almost bled from the pressure.

John took a second to think about it.

She just dropped an info bomb on him, and asked for his help to kill her father.

This was a lot.

Raising his hand, he hesitates before putting it on the girl's head, soothing her as he agreed to it.

His only friend was asking for help, what else would he do, abandon her on her mission alone? Hell no.

"Alright."

Sniffing, she looked at John as he continued.

"I'll help."

That alone made her start to tear up again before she engulfs him in a tight hug, her hands shaking in relief.

"T-Thank you... Thank you..."

Well, John guessed Father Killer was going on his list in his nightmares.

"But first, Aria. Information and preparations. Then, we strike."

To think that a normal date in London would suddenly become a quest for revenge and vengeance. Mr. Orb, you sure know what an enjoyable life is.

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Her summer break was 2 months, so they had all the time in the world to prepare. From gathering information to getting the equipment necessary, it took about a month flat to get sufficient information.

Shane Johnson was the name of her father, age 47, born on April 4th 1939. Currently, is one of the wealthiest mundane people in the world with a net worth of $13 Billion.

His company, TheraMed, is a multi-billion dollar company that supplies and sells medical products across the globe and is one of the most successful companies to boot.

After looking through his files, John frowns at the information that he got from the Bar after hiring people to track this information down for $7,930 for a total of 4 different information from different investigators.

This information... It's too perfect.

Cross-referencing the multiple files one last time, he drops them on his table as he massaged his temple, breathing a heave as he thought to himself.

'... Someone's giving out this information on purpose.'

The info was too perfect, nothing wrong in his records at all. Worse of all, they were all identical to one another, maybe a little change in the grammar, but the facts and points were exactly 1 to 1.

Someone was giving information out, and there was a high chance that it was fake too.

That meant that they were going against Aria's father who had connections to the Bar and the Hospital since he commissioned 2 files for each establishment, but both gave the same damn information.

This was going to be tricky.

But at least he was ready for the infiltration.

After discussing with Aria about the situation, they've decided to do an infiltration for more information before they move since she wanted everything he owned as a repercussion for his acts.

So, they bought the best money and Galleons could buy them.

Looking behind him next to his cabinet were stacks of boxes filled with guns.

Hearing something shift on his bed, he looked towards the direction to see Aria resting soundly on his bed.

He had opted to invite her to the Greengrass Manor after asking permission from Celine and Jacob. They gave their OKs, and so, she's living with him for now.

She had a guestroom, but they were discussing the infiltration till midnight, with her sleeping without a care on his bed. Since it was already late, he decided to just let her sleep there instead of moving her to her room.

Wait, what time was it? He quickly glanced at the time before sighing. It was already 3 in the morning.

Heck, Morgana even slept already, which was saying something since the Darkness breed of a Magical Ocicat only needed 4 hours of sleep a day.

Looking back at the files, he decided to call it a day before storing them into a drawer, muttering password after password as multiple locks appeared in a magic circle.

That was his original spell that he somehow created on a whim, a 7 password lock that was impenetrable (He thinks so) even with an Alohomora, the Lock Unlocking Charm.

Blowing out the candle on his table, he took out his sleeping bag from his cabinet before laying it on the ground.

Resting on it, he asked Jeff the system a question.

'What do you think are the chances of failure for this infiltration, Jeff?'

They were after all going in blind even with building plans of the manor.

x x x x x

The system is not built with a probability service.

The question can not be answered.

x x x x x

Eh, he knew that it was unlikely that Jeff could tell him that. It was, after all, a system to check his progress with Occlumency.

'Open up my Occlumency Page.'

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Occlumency Level: Intermediate.

Occlumency Progress: 67%

Traits:

Mind of Steel: A trait that allows the user to temporary turn their mind into “steel”, increasing their Occlumency proficiency by 1 level for 5 minutes at crucial times.

Mind’s Library: A trait that allows the user to store information in their mind like a library. The user can, at any times, withdraw the recorded information. The longer the stored information, the more vague it will be in the Library.

Additional Traits will be gained per increase in level.

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Sigh... He still had a long, long way to go. 

But hey, at least this life wouldn't be boring at all.

Besides, he has a lot of time left to do everything that he wishes to do. A wizard can live up to 200 years old, granted his reserves are insanely high, but details, was he right?