When their turn came, Chopyk stepped inside the jury cage with the mirror opposite to Isolda in another one. His eyes fell on Bartholomew, who was emitting confidence even from such distance. Roderick cleared his throat. “Isolda has committed adultery. I have proof.” Roderick said, which made people present in the court mutter. Roderick took the mirror from Chopyk and said to it, “Mirror, show …

Roderick sat on the chair, watching every move of the receptionist. On several occasions, their eyes met, making Roderick feel uncomfortable. Constant ramble from the mirror worsened his frustration. The receptionist closed the file and picked a key from the wall. He squinted to see whether or not Roderick had his eye on him. His eyes fell on Roderick pointing his finger at …

“They are coming here. What do we do?” Chopyk was anxious. “Distract them.” Roderick said. “You want me to make a scene here?” “I want you to make use of your damn brain.” Roderick poked his temples.  Chopyk stood there in confusion. Devils weren’t made to think a lot. “Okay.” Roderick thought of his own solution, “Use your mouth and …

With the mirror clutched in Chopyk’s armpits, three of them climbed the hill to reach Devils’ Court area. A guard outside the gate body searched them. Devils nearby were surprised to see presence of a human in the place reserved only for devils. But none of them raised any question while the talking mirror was complaining of being tickled. Roderick …

Isolda reached to Black Cube in no time. There she saw Chopyk and Cicily together. Her doubt became confirmation when Chopyk put his arm around Cicily’s shoulder. “I knew you have an affair.” She screamed, petrifying Cicily for a moment. Chopyk trembled but didn’t look away from his wife’s eyes. Soon his eyes were glowing in anger too.  “Don’t be …

Bartholomew heard something on his doorsteps. He got up from his bead then unlocked the door. The roll near his feet brought some questions in his mind, but he picked it up, regardless. “What is it?” Isolda asked him. “A roll.” Bartholomew replied. “Let me see.” Isolda said, unrolling it. She read everything written on it with red eyes. Bartholomew knew he …

Chopyk took him to the cave where he provided him boar blood and deer skin. He waited for Roderick to write the letter. Chopyk stretched the skin so that the blood won’t smudge. “Take it to Bartholomew’s den.” Chopyk said when the blood dried, “Go to Purple Forest and follow his trails. You will not have any trouble in finding …

Roderick walked to west for half an hour. He presumed Isolda wasn’t as heavy as Chopyk because he had not seen a single footprint in the way. Roderick had to rely on broken twigs and pressed grass caused by Isolda’s steps.  Leaves had started to look pink, so he knew Purple forest wasn’t very far. He marched deeper in the forest and saw …

Less than an hour later, he reached near a pyramid. The footprints were going all the way inside there. Roderick had no plan in his mind on how to deal with the situation which could arise inside the pyramid. He wanted to know their weaknesses first and act according to it. For doing so, he needed to take chances. The prints led …

Time passed, and they reached in a village. It wasn’t very far as Roderick had expected. He was sure he would have ended up there, even if he had been walking all on his own. First thing Roderick saw in the village was not pleasing. A mass cremation was going on there. Cause of deaths looked no different because all the corpses had red eyes. …