Obsessed to Hate Him Chapter 5: Murder

LIAM

"I thought you were an army commander. Why are you investigating murder cases?" I arch a brow as I follow Kian through the bustling streets of Oblivarae—which is almost getting on my nerves because I have not had much experience of getting exposed in public, "Shouldn't the intelligence departnt handle this kind of job?"

I snap my mouth shut as I see the corner of Kian's lips curving up into a smirk and realize that I have shown a glimpse of what I actually am. Guess I should keep my good-for-nothing mouth up. It will be the death of .

"Lain, guess you are way more intelligent than you let on." Kian stares at intently, his eyes narrowed and his lips curled up into a smirk, amusent dancing in his crystal clear blue eyes.

I shrug, "I am an adventurer, collecting intel is just another typical Monday for " I look over my shoulder, gesturing at Fred, "Why is he following us?"

"He is my guard dog to be precise." Kian replies, his getting-under-my-skin smile never yielding. I wish I could smack it off his with my own hand. "This is his job to follow around and protect ."

I scoff, "The thought of a man like you"—My eyes rank over his muscle-packed body—"Is... umm... amusing I must say." This ti I don't bother to hide the mockery and sarcasm in my tone.

And to my pure annoyance, it only seems to amuse him even more, "Oh yes, yes," He chuckles, making want to choke him, "I do not need any protection. Fred is just a show-off. He is my executive officer."

That makes sense. Because it's the executive officer's first and foremost duty to keep the commander alive and take every blow for them. My executive officer, Kelly—the dumb face of a petite woman flashes before — I shake my head violently as if doing so will make forget her face. That woamn is an absolute nightmare. Yes, she has so impressive skills with that whip of hers and she is wicked fast, mixed with her agility... but she has no brains. She is so damn noisy that sotis I just want to run away from her or choke her to death so that she stops talking.

But Fred is mostly silent as if trying to blend himself in the air and make his presence invisible, which is the polar contrast to Kelly. I just wish, no, I would even beg Kelly to keep her mouth shut like this. The less she talks, the better. Her mouth will make lose my mind—if not ruin my life.

"You did not answer my question." I pin Kian with a stare, "Why are you investigating a murder case?"

Kian's jaw tightens, as he glances at briefly before returning his gaze to the street ahead, "My fiance was murdered. This is why I am investigating this case myself."

I keep quiet for a mont before opening my mouth again to—of course, screw myself more than I already have—say, "You don't seem like one of those guys who mourns over such small things. You are half-lying. It is fine if you don't want to tell the truth, but do not lie to ."

So, Liam, you have officially screwed yourself. A big hand for .

Kian's smile widens to a full-blood grin, his eyes looking at like I am a newfound treasure that is entertaining him beyond any asure. "Lain, you really are a sharp fellow, aren't you? How amusing. I really like it." It is as if he just can't take his eyes off like I am so kind of mystery his brain is itching to solve. Well, to him, I indeed am, "And as for the truth, yes. I am investigating this case, partly because of my fiance. And if you want to be honest with you, then I'd say that this case has caught my attention." His eyes are gleaming like diamonds. "I am sure, the case will pique your interest as well once you see the cri scene."

I'd like to slap myself so hard that it bruises. Because I catch myself staring at Kian like I never did before. The man is truly a sight to behold and I cannot control my inner greed to take in his every curve and contour. The awe of his beauty is almost overpowering my hatred. Almost.

I still will take a good chance to kill him—if there is any in the first place. There is no way I am letting the murderer of my brother roam free like this. He should die. He has to die. He deserves to die. I will kill him. At this point, I don't care about Oliver anymore. All I know is if I am to die, then I will kill this man first then go to hell myself. The grief of Eiden's death will never let live in peace unless I avenge him.

The rest of the walk, I am struggling to death to keep my mouth shut. Guess, I have been rubbed off by her from the partnership of all those years. I should indeed look for another executive officer.

"We are here," Kian announces and I start to scan the outlook of the house, my face tight with seriousness.

The house is large, with a well-kept front porch. This is one of those households who like to show off their riches and be over-proud about it. Not much difference from the house of noblities in our kingdom. And from the naplate beside the towering tal gates, it is the house of one of the forr military generals.

"So, your fiance was one of those father-promised fellows?" I ask him as two guards open the gates, salute Kian, and lead us inside.

"What does it an?" Kian quirks his eyebrows, his eyes slightly wide as he studies my face, "father-promised-fellow?"

"It ans, that your father promised his old friend that he would marry you off to their daughter." I take in the surroundings, not minding him as he is burning a hole through , "Tell if I am wrong."

Kian's eyes widen another fraction, "How do you know that? This is supposed to be kept confidential."

"It is simple if you look at it." I shrug, entering the hall through the main doors, "It is almost close to impossible that you would marry this house's daughter without any benefit since this house's owner is an ex-military man. He has nothing to offer you since you have already ascended the throne. And there is zero chance a man like you would fall in love with soone. So the conclusion is: The owner of this household is an ex-military man. And by the look of this house, seemingly he was a higher-up. This ans he was acquaintanced with your father, who was the previous commander of the imperial army. Every person over the continent knows about this. They just had a great relationship this is why they wanted to use their children to make the bond stronger. There is another thing: your fiance's father must have seen this deal's benefit. So this is how it is. Your marriage is nothing but another father-promised fellow." I smile at him, which doesn't reach my eyes.

Kian's jaw visibly drops to the floor, making a surge of satisfaction and pride shoot through my whole body. It is so fun to make him this surprised.

"Damn..." He quickly got himself together, his eyes never leaving , "You figured out all this just by reading the naplate? This is comndable, I must say."

"I appreciate it." Has anyone ever heard their enemies comnding them? Guess no. But mine does.

A middle-aged man, with graying hair, cos out from the inside of the house. Followed by a sodding woman, she is trembling violently. They are seemingly the parents of the victim. The victim's father—I didn't morize his na because I don't think it will be any of my use—shakes Kian's hand out of courtesy. It is evident that he is in an extrely bad mood, his eyes are red, and his face is pale. Not surprising since you wouldn't go around singing and dancing if your daughter dies.

"Who is he?" Kian's fiance's father—from now on I am calling him Mister A because it is not really comfortable to say 'Kian's fiance's father' every ti I ntion him.

"An assistant." Kian answers shortly.

Mister A's eyes scan , "I see. Please co in." He doesn't give a reaction whatsoever.

I have always liked the things that are hard to get or hard to convince. Even in battles, I have always preferred opponents who are stronger than . I can say that it has turned into so kind of kink of mine. I have always wanted to do things that nobody can do. Impossible and difficult things have a soft spot in my heart.

Mister A and Mistress A lead us inside the house, it is just as big as I anticipated. We enter a room which seemingly is the victim' room. And the mont I lay my eyes on the scene. I know, just what Kian ant. I think I might actually like this case. But I will definitely not thank Kian for that.