My Trash Talent Is Actually OP!-Chapter 37: Mission Report. [4]

Sinnett leaned over to read the message, staying for almost a minute as he stared at the screen. Then he barked out a laugh. "You're the assistant?"

Asher shot him a dry look. "Shut up." He scoffed and turned back to the screen with a frown.

Just yesterday, he had planned to slack off. By midday, he was getting into a guild.

By the end of the day, he was becoming a dragon and a Necromancer with soldiers.

Sinnett just leaned back in his seat, still laughing. "I'm just picturing you as someone's sidekick. Not just anyone, either… she's worse than you are."

Asher ignored him, already pulling up more files at the corner of the screen. He thought about the timeframe they had to break into the city's asylum and the risks attached.

One was the guild getting disbanded. Another was them getting caught and detained. He was definitely not escaping if that happened, his Necromancer class would be another reason for them to keep him there.

'72 hours, huh?' He stared at the live feed before him. From her white hair down to her blue eyes, which reminded him of the sea at night, then the two sets of horns on each side of her head.

She was beautiful, no doubt, she bore a striking resemblance to Nova. But to him, Nova's dark hair, her blue eyes, and her horns just felt right.

If he was actually interested, he would have picked both of them. But that was the past him. The present him just wanted to be done with everything and then rest.

Or maybe travel around with his family for a vacation.

But as he thought about the limited time they were given, he wondered, why so little time? Why the hurry to break her out?

He initially wanted to suggest that they try to bail her out like they did in the old world. Or maybe bring up reports proving she wasn't guilty of whatever she was accused of.

But then, the asylum was a prison for psychopaths and deranged criminals. The things she might have done could be unforgivable.

However, who cares? Outcasts were Outcasts, and there was a law that let them do whatever they wanted...to an extent.

Killingwas permitted, Unauthorized raids, traveling, and so on. It actually worked in their favor.

And considering the fact that only the master guild they belonged to and the guild masters could control them, not even the government.

Talk more of Saint Liora.

His mind raced through possibilities of what would happen if they didn't get Zero out.

The worst-case scenario? Execution.

If Saint Liora had decided she was a liability, then they wouldn't let her live much longer.

The best-case scenario? Reassignment—moving her somewhere even harder to reach.

Maybe another city, or even another country.

Or… between dungeons.

Either way, they didn't have much time.

Asher turned to Sinnett. "We need to find out where she's being held."

Sinnett grinned. "Already on it." He leaned back, tapping a few commands onto his phone screen. "I've got a couple of contacts who deal in high-level transport routes. If they moved her recently, there'll be a record."

"The guys at the three asylums should also know if she was admitted there. The hospital too should have her records.....that's if she was actually taken there."

He paused, shifting his focus to the live cam Asher was also staring at, then back to his phone before smiling. "Wow."

"What is it?" Asher asked without looking back.

"Well, reports showed that before she was moved to our guild, she was the best member with the Saints… haha, she even bested and beat Alden to a pulp."

"Eish," Asher exclaimed as he turned to look at what Sinnett was talking about. The articles, the reports from his informants, and the pictures almost made him laugh, but he just cleared his throat and smiled.

"She must be really strong, then," he chuckled softly. "I wonder what class she possesses."

Sinnett shrugged. "No clue. Just like the special case kid, their classes were unknown. The guilds only know that she uses Shadow, Light, and Blood on missions. She has more abilities, but for now, nothing."

Asher was already deeply invested in her case. First, it was Nova. Then, the chained crazy girl from the guild—which he still hadn't gotten anything on. And now, a total stranger who was also an issue.

But then he wondered why there weren't any reports on guys—only girls.

He opened his mouth to ask Sinnett, but the other man beat him to it.

"It's cases like this that make me wonder why the guys don't get their reports distributed," he muttered, annoyed for the first time.

"I mean, I let them publish my reports. The others threatened them not to, and then they vanished. Who does that?"

Asher only stared at him in confusion. He obviously knew Sinnett was popular, but he was also curious as to why exactly people feared him.

"What's your case?" he finally asked and leaned against the table. "Everyone in the city knows you, but it's for something else,"

"so what?"

"I am the only surviving Varrow out of fifteen generations," he simply answered, a smirk etched on his lips.

He opened his mouth to add more, but Asher just scoffed, that wasn't enough of a reason.

From his memories and all the files he found in his room, the Varrow family was a bloodline feared and respected to a fault.

From their brave, fearless, and playful demeanor to their ruthless and dangerous fighting style.

A family known for being Arcanes under the Invoker and Illusion classes, and at one time, Elementalists.

But then he wondered why there weren't any reports on guys, only girls. He opened his mouth to ask Sinnett, but he beat him to it.

"It's cases like this that make me wonder why the guys don't get their reports distributed," he muttered, annoyed for the first time.

"I mean, I let them publish my reports, the others threatened them not to, and then they vanished. Who does that?"

Asher only stared at him in confusion. He obviously knew Sinnett was popular, but he was also curious as to why exactly people feared him.

"What's your case?" he finally asked and leaned against the table. "Everyone in the city knows you, but it's for something else."

"So what?"

"I am the only surviving Varrow out of fifteen generations," he answered simply, a smirk etched on his lips. He opened his mouth to add more, but Asher just scoffed.

From his memories and all the files he found in his room, the Varrow family was a bloodline that was feared and respected to a fault.

From their brave, fearless, and playful demeanor to their ruthless and dangerous fighting style.

A family known for being Arcanes under the Invoker and Illusion class, and, at one time, Elementalists.

Asher narrowed his eyes. "Fifteen generations… and you're the only one left?"

Sinnett leaned back, stretching his arms over his head with an easy smirk. "Yep. Tragic, isn't it?" His tone was light, but Asher caught something beneath it, something darker.

"What happened to them?"

Sinnett glanced at him with a blank expression. "Killed. Every last one."

The words were sharp and final, but Asher wasn't convinced. Sinnett was the type to brush things off, act like nothing mattered. But Asher knew better.

He knew Sinnett's father, or whoever was acting as his father, was alive. Maybe adding more emphasis on no one touching him, which was relatable.

He imagined him being a Varrow and a Guild Master's kid from another city.

Still, now wasn't the time to dig into his past. He let it go, for now.

Instead, he turned his attention back to the screen, his fingers tapping against the desk as he thought through their next steps.

"We need to move fast." He stared at the live feed of Zero, still locked up in that asylum. "If she's as strong as you say, why was she locked up?"

Sinnett shrugged. "Officially? No clue. But if she used to be a top dog with the Saints and they dumped her, then something must have happened."

"Could be politics," Asher muttered. "Or maybe she knows something she shouldn't." freēwēbnovel.com

Sinnett pointed at him with a grin. "Bingo. Either way, it's our problem now."

Asher sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Seventy-two hours… that's all we have."

Sinnett hummed in agreement, shifting to check his phone again. "We'll need more info before we make a move. If I can get access to the asylum's personnel logs, I might be able to find out which wing she's being held in. Would make sneaking in a hell of a lot easier."

Asher frowned. "You think we'll need to go in quiet?"

Sinnett smirked. "You wanna waltz in through the front door?"

He had a point.